New Leaves

the new witch year

Ah yes, November 1st... the pagan new year. Although I have transcended many religious restrictions, I still love Samhain, and I still love November 1. Everything is tucked for the winter and you can enjoy your harvest and take up your sewing.

My goal this coming fall and winter is to sit next to as many hearths as possible. To recover my body from this funk of sickness that has enveloped it over the last few months. To enjoy as much good, happy, healthy company as possible.

I have had to revisit my temper lately. There is a certain line that I always am careful of. I used to have problems with controlling my mouth. I would say the meanest stuff. I would get angry. SO angry. I was SO angry. And I had nowhere to place it. I would "Stand up" to the wrong people... and alienate myself.

So, I went the other way, I stopped saying how I felt. I just would fester. Well that didn't feel any better. I have had to revisit the line between a healthy confrontation and an unhealthy confrontation. Real anger, or misplaced anger. I used to watch this show where they talked about their issues and they would assign all sorts of words under 'depressed'. Really, they were sad, tired, angry, sick... something else.

So, Travelocity has been an experiment in actually standing up for myself. I am hoping that I actually broke through to them this time. Though I doubt it. I will wait until the 'third business day' for my proof. I had to consistently fight for my refund through a maze of calls, supervisors, notes, outrageous hold times. Every time that I got on the phone with the next 'higher up', I would have to repeat the whole situation, and after this last time I told them that I was not going to repeat this thing one more time. They had notes. They needed to read them. Some more holding ensued (I am wondering if I am not going to get a refund that ends up paying for my cell phone bill :P) Finally, I hear the words, "In two business days, all of your money will be refunded to you."

I called my old job and thought for sure they would take me back, I was an excellent employee... "No positions available in my old department but in the other department.." No thanks. That other department was terrible. I hated working for them the few times that I did. There was a lot of drama in that department. I am just not in the mood for that stuff.

So Michael and I got to talking about what was more in line with my abilities. What type of job could I do that wouldn't seem like work. I am here to say that my ideal job is to work as a full time patient for the massage school. I will be massaged and paid for it by the amateurs as they work things out. I will be buck ass naked and rubbed for eight hours a day.

I swear to you with God as my witness, when my book gets published (I actually have three in the works, and yes, the first one is finally going to visit a publisher) Anyone want to volunteer editing in exchange for either baked services or a percentage of profits? I'm down for it. Foolishly, I didn't use my free offers. What can I say? I put my head up my ass. Now I'm sorting it out.

Emmmm... Back to the God as my witness... I swear that I will spend a whole week at a spa and get rubbed for forty hours. I will spend a whole day in mud, and a whole day in cucumbers, lilacs and olive oil. This is my solemn pledge. Rock.

I digress.

This weekend I prepare my home for winter. Dusting, mopping, getting rid of old clothes.

(Has anyone else just looked at their closet and had absolutely no interest in ever wearing again those things?) I swear I'm going to pitch all of it.

I am going to take a walk, plow my garden, open up the windows in the house one last time, and breathe as much fall air as I possibly can. It's supposed to be a beautiful weekend. Oh, and since the temperature is supposed to be higher than usual... One last bath for the kitties. Oh yes. OOOhhhh, and airing out the carpets. ooh ah... anyone want to help?

Love!

Posted by hawkie at November 2, 2007 03:04 PM