Expired Dreams, or What’s Your Favorite Color (Really)?

Age 5: My favorite color is purple.

Age 10: My favorite color is purple. It matches my birthstone.

Age 15: My favorite color is purple. It’s the color of magic and mystery, and it matches my birthstone by coincidence.

Age 20: My favorite color is purple. It always has been. It matches my birthstone amethyst, which happens to be my favorite witchy crystal to work with. It makes me think of magic and midnight.

Age 25: Hmm… you know what? I like purple, but if you favorite color is the one you’d use to decorate your house, paint your car, redo your wardrobe, and even put in your hair… my favorite color would have to be green. Any shade of green.

Sometimes the things we like and want in our lives are repeated to others out of habit. It’s like you figure out your answer to a particular question (What’s your favorite color?) and then reuse that answer for the rest of forever.

Yet… in taking a moment to reflect on it, you find yourself with a new answer and confusion over when exactly the shift occurred. The above is a simple example, true for myself. I always said and felt that purple was my favorite color, up until the moment it suddenly wasn’t anymore.

Is there some kind of spot-check we’re supposed to do, to verify that all of our preferences and dreams are up-to-date and unexpired?

TTC: When He Changes His Mind

[[Note: The journey of TTC (trying to conceive) is a hard and painful one sometimes. I considered deleting the entry below, or at least marking it private; however, I feel like maybe someone out there will benefit from hearing the bad with the good. Knowing someone else has suffered the same trials and tribulations as your own can be a good tool for healing.]]

He tells me he’s figured it out, his depression and dissatisfaction with life.

He doesn’t want kids anymore. Kids tie you down, prevent you from taking off to do wild and crazy things. They take time and energy that could be used for living an overflowing life of activity. There is no room for children in the future he wants for himself.

He tells me this after ten months of trying to conceive.

I’ve struggled quietly with my body’s unwillingness to woman, to cycle and bloom into fertility again. I’ve avoided babies, avoided thinking, avoided crying about the way it’s so clear that I’m the biologically damaged one. I’ve found a way to push my needs and desires into a calm corner, because breathing is necessary in day-to-day living.

Saying his depression was triggered by the idea of children took all the effort I’ve put into being strong and crumpled it into dust.

It’s not just the sudden change of heart that leaves me lost. It’s the reality of its ripples.

We’re polyamorous. If I had a child with my other partner, he’d still be stuck with a child he doesn’t want. We’re a household, a non-nuclear family; there is no easy separation of biology in this case.

The only way to meet his newfound desire to be childless… is to be childless myself, or to let him leave.

He’s rejected one of the few dreams I’ve held steady for my entire life. The hope of becoming a mother is a piece of myself, something I’m not sure can be removed from the definiton of who I am. So, in a way, he’s rejected me.

So here I am.


Too hurt to voice these feelings out loud to my best friend. Too hurt to vent, to let off steam and seek relief from the aching pressure in my skin. Too hurt to be comforted without dissolving like a sandcastle in the surf.

Part of me wants to dissolve.

on feeling small

i’m feeling so small right now, and it’s weird.

i feel invisible and muted, like everyone and everything around me is moving while i’m holding still.

i feel out of step, like i wandered outside of my place in time and got lost between being and not being.

i don’t feel hurt, or empty, or lost.

i feel tender, like everything is deep and emotional and powerful.

i feel filled to the brim, like i’m experiencing more than i can comprehend in each moment.

i feel directed, but like something has pointed me in some unknown direction and i’m following on blind faith alone.

i don’t know why i’m doing anything, only that i’m active rather than passive.

and all the while, iĀ feel myself straddling a feeling of immense connectivity and an intangible disconnect at the same time.

Feminist Friday, and why we still need Feminism

I found the tag “Feminism is my Jam” from watching a Youtuber named Kristina Horner. She created it with friends, to be used as a way of talking about feminism and what makes us feminists.

The most interesting thing about the questions was how much you have to think (or at least I did) to separate your normal day-to-day life from feminism. For example, when asked where I go for feminist news and updates, I was originally unsure how to answer. After all, I’m a woman; every moment is lived in a state of inequality to some extent, even if I’m not actively affected in a noticeably way.

The questions were as follows:

  1. How and when did you first realize you were a feminist?
  2. What is your favorite feminist book/movie/song/etc.?
  3. Where do you go to read up on current feminist topics?
  4. How do you treat yourself? (a treat)
  5. What’s the most effective way to explain feminism to a newbie?
  6. Fill in the blank: I kicked the patriarchy to the curb by…
  7. Do you have any feminist Youtubers to recommend?
  8. What’s your favorite Feminist Apparel t-shirt?

For the last question, I found the following shirt and giggled at the cuteness:


Adorable, isn’t it?

If you feel up to some hateful trolls, go ahead and blog (or vlog) this tag. My first comment was proof that we still need feminism:


Imperfection as Ideal


Um… first of all, what the HECK happened?!? I’ve been overrun with data entry at work, so my posts have been sporadic at best (and MIA at worst).

That said, I was shocked to see the stats for my blog when I logged in today. Not only did I get 39 visitors in one day, but 30 of them came from Facebook? And 50 of the page views were for a post I did on QWERTY sigils (i.e. symbols created using a keyboard instead of a magic square). Clearly, someone shared my post on their Facebook wall and earned me some random traffic; I didn’t do it, that’s for sure!

The whole thing inspires me. I’ve been feeling the need to create, but I’ve been a bit trapped by my own perfectionism. I can’t focus enough to write a cohesive blog post regularly, so I don’t write anything. I can’t pin down a story plot line that interests me enough to follow from start to finish, so I don’t bother trying to tell any stories at all. And I can’t have videos as nice as some of my favorite Youtubers without a huge time and equipment investment, so I don’t film at all.

Perfectionism is stupid!

So my new ideal goal is accepting imperfection. I’m working with my psychoses rather than against them; outlines and organized schedules lend “perfection” to otherwise free-form creative endeavors.

I’m going to *try* to write a post each week, even if it’s just to ramble about life. The same goes with Youtube; I’m going to make an effort to record something once a week and post it, regardless of how awesome (or not) it happens to be. The only way to get from point A to point B is to get moving!

If you’re interested, here’s my most recent Youtube vlog. Enjoy!

Change, aka molasses in a North Dakota winter

Change is hard. Period.

I’m trying to make changes in my life and choices, and it’s difficult to move away from easy excuses and lazy processes. In fact, I probably wouldn’t make any effort to change at all… if I didn’t feel like life is wasting away in work hours, TV binge hours, and sleep hours. I’m tired of the cycle, so I’m looking for more; more happens to require change.

And so, the cycle is broken. Slowly.

I’ve wanted to learn to code for years, but there’s always something else to do/watch/research online. I can’t hold myself accountable for a skill that holds no value in the self-learned setting. The change this blockage, I’ve signed up for a computer science degree focused on programming. When I later sign up for classes, I’ll force myself to follow through; I definitely don’t want to pay the school back for failing or dropping the course!

I’ve wanted to add some physical activity to my daily life, but there are legitimate reasons that I have difficulty doing so. My roommate can’t survive a physical education class again, so I can’t do something at school without making her sit there for a couple of mindless hours in the gym. Gyms are too expensive, and there’s always dinner and coven classes and such that need to be done on weeknights. Then there’s the heat and my asthma, which makes a walk around the park (or my block) very difficult and discouraging. Yet, I know there are work-arounds… if/when I’m willing to use them. I have bellydance and yoga DVDs, but I sit and watch Netflix reruns instead. I could do a small yoga routine before my morning shower, if I didn’t hit snooze three times. Small adjustments would create a big payout.

I’ve wanted to publish a fiction story, but I recognize fear when I feel it. I have various story ideas and old stories that could be rewritten or polished for publication. I’ve even convinced myself that publishing an ebook novella for free would be acceptable, because it’d give people a taste of my writing (and maybe get them interested in paying for future additions). But I don’t make time or effort to write, because I’m so tired of starting creative projects only to fail. I’m still looking for a way to change this particular problem.

I’ve wanted some things that I can’t fix. Like removing people from my life that aren’t compatible with who I am now (but I’d feel like a heel if I pushed them away). Or getting pregnant, which I have very little control over (outside of the obvious, like trying to eat healthy and have lots of sex). I accept that there are things I can’t change, even though they’re taking up a good spot on the back burner of my mind; I’ve learned to adjust to their existence without stressing over them.

The small tweaks in behavior I’ve been making and planning are slowly affecting my choices and causes changes. I see results, which makes me more engaged in my own processes (and, therefore, more effective in the first place!).

Muddled Plans: moving through a weird place

I’m in a weird place right now. I’ve got lots of things moving in super slow motion, so it looks and feels like nothing’s happening most of the time. I know that focusing on one goal at the exclusion of the others will increase the speed, but I’m too indecisive to choose my direction right now.

C’est la vie, I’ll figure out a plan eventually!

My Etsy is going on hiatus after the holidays. I say “my” Etsy, because I’m the only one putting any money into it at the moment (via posting fees and shipping costs). I’m also the one who has the most stuff, as well as sales, so far. I figure I’ll leave the shop up through the holidays, giving it the chance to earn a bit more that way. However, after Yule I think I’ll put it on vacation while I revamp and figure out where I want to take it. I might hand over the name (and related email account) to my co-owner, since it fits her eventual goal of an apothecary better than the odds-n-ends I’ve created.

My YouTube isn’t moving forward, but it isn’t moving backward either. My computer is useless for video creation or editing; in fact, it’s useless for just about everything! I’ve purchased a window mount for my phone, so I can use its camera to record vlogs. I’m currently undecided on where to start, though; I’m looking into some random weekly vlogging to get myself going, but I don’t want a bunch of mixed junk on the channel before going full-on pagan. I’m working on a happy medium, which is why I haven’t recorded or posted anything since I opened the channel in the first place.

I want to write! I’ve been making myself read ebook after ebook (from my huge collection of freebies), and it’s gotten me wound up. I haven’t written a story in ages, and I can feel my muse uncurling herself from the corner I unintentionally tucked her into. I’ve read the good, the bad, and the ugly, and I look forward to joining the fray. Knowing myself, though, I’m going to start with revamping an old story of mine (from high school); the plot is great, but it’s not very well-written or descriptive. I’ve developed a distinctive voice since then; rereading my early writings makes me snicker!

My blog has taken a backseat for various reasons. Between a higher workload and lending out my laptop, I just don’t have any time (or place) to write a blog post; I’d have to swype it on my phone, which is a nightmare! So I have half a dozen drafted post ideas, but this is the first one I’ve focused on long enough to complete.

I’ve got some fitness goals at the moment, and they’re the most active (haha). I’m starting Couch-to-5K, a running program that helps you develop running strength from the ground up; it was my idea, inspired by a couple of YouTubers I like who have used it before to jumpstart their fitness plans. We’re fixing up our garage too, making space for our weights and such. I’m not setting a weight goal at all; instead, I’m just going with the flow and planning to follow the program to completion. Eventually, I’ll be able to run 5K without dying! That’s a good enough goal, though I’ll surely lose weight along the way.

As a side note, I’m still trying to conceive. I don’t write about it much, because each month is a weight I’m tired of carrying. It’s been eight months, and I’ve been more focused on praying for regular cycles than anything else. Birth control is wonderful, but it comes with a high cost after years of use; my body doesn’t remember how to woman.

All in all, I’m walking the line between action and inaction right now. Everything’s still in mind, even if it’s not at the forefront.