Category Archives: Dating

My First Hurricane…

And I’m gonna do my best to skip it.

I have to admit, having never been through a hurricane before, I wasn’t worried initially. The settings on my Facebook news feed are set so the things I see first are inspirational or funny. I’ve been too busy working on lesson plans or trying to get caught up on my sleep or doing mindless things (like watching Netflix stuff) so I can┬ásleep to really pay attention to the hullabaloo about the hurricane.

Speaking of watching stuff… if you’ve got nothing better to do (like you’re waiting for the apocalypse in the form of Hurricane Harvey), you might want to check out the movie What happened to Monday.

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Merry Lughnasadh!

The wheel turns again and we’ve come to the first of the harvest festivals, for those of you of the witchy persuasion. It’s a holiday that I always enjoy. Mostly because I bake a blueberry pie in honor of Lugh the Long-Armed. Blueberries are in season, and I add lemon for the light of the sun, and poppyseeds, as poppies are used to decorate the wreaths in honor of John Barleycorn, who sacrifices himself so that the harvest can be made and the seeds can go back into the earth to be reborn again next year.

Actually, I always put poppyseeds in my pie, but only just learned that poppies go on the Barleycorn wreaths… Sometimes happy accidents happen.

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Healing Takes Time

I’ve bounced back and forth on this issue a bit. When things fell apart with the last guy, I felt like I had to hurry up and get over it because he had warned that it was most likely going to be temporary, but I had hoped that he could be swayed because of how he seemed to feel about me.

I had promised him that it wouldn’t bother me if it was temporary, and on some level it didn’t. It was the end of an experience, and thus end of story.

On the other hand, he didn’t respect or understand or even care about how I felt about the situation. He couldn’t see it from my point of view and let me know rather quickly that my point of view was completely irrelevant to his life, or at the least to his decision making process. Because that has been a regular theme in my relationships with men, it became something I fixated on, and thus what could have been a relatively quick ending was dragged out for me emotionally.

We won’t even get into the physical loss that was attached to the whole mess…

When a friend of mine posted something on Facebook that felt a little too close to home, it made me realize a few things:

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