Lin
So, it seems that my sleep cycle has finally come to get me again.
I am missing most daylight hours now. It isn't so depressing as it is inconvenient.
I missed things from both my caseworker and my Galop advocate, who wanted to speak with me.
I should've gotten an iced latte or coffee frappuccino.
Never mind. I've been starting to feel a lot better about myself, and I'm even considering doing some creative internet things with regards to acting.
I actually posted on Instagram in the unsociable hours as I was bored and had an idea.
I had bought a doughnut from Tim Hortons that was leaking strawberry jam, and because it was so runny, I thought "horror concept!"
I don't yet know how well it went, but over the past few days, I've actually felt attractive physically, which is always a good sign.
Some creep also decided to try to send me porn, which was not the most fun to deal with.
It's almost always the Ottomans trying to call me a whore. How ironic.
I've also been thinking about plotting my books, and possibly what I'll do next year.
I have so much choice, it's insane.
Something about all the opportunities I have now makes me feel better about not being able to go just yet.
I'm lucky.
I've even been working on the affirmations for a new subliminal, which I am really excited about.
I technically have three in the works, but I haven't done them all yet. But I will.
As it was said in The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself:
"You ought to finish what you start."
So I will.
As I make that promise, a small boat statue appears on the altar, along with a sea shell bracelet. There's a note attached, so I untie it from the mast.
"Be ever adventurous, lad. We've all got your back.
- M"
I smile.
Manànnan.
He's a Gaelg (Manx) God, and my cousin. He had been used to spy on me by nopeman, but that was against his will.
He really liked targetting my family, especially those who were close to me.
But now he's free, which makes me happy.
He can now cover the isle in mists again without having to answer to that man.
He's someone I would trust with my life. To know that he's ok is comforting to me. So, I respond by putting on the seashell bracelet, setting his boat statue on the offering altar, and placing an anchor pendant at the statue's side. It quickly disappears.
That will probably do.
I look up at the nemeton's ceiling.
It's getting to the darkest season.
Something feels healing about it. In a way, I'm happier than ever. It feels like good things walk this way.
And I'm ready for them.