09/13/2026
Coming Back to Me: Some Days Just Be Like That 💜
Today has been... weird.
Not bad, exactly.
Just blah.
I've been indecisive as f**k. I've had very little motivation. I've made plans, changed plans, driven places, decided I didn't want to be there once I got there, and generally haven't known what the f**k I wanted to do with myself today.
And some days just be like that.
I was supposed to meet up with my Litas ladies at High Grain today, but I decided last night not to go.
Not because I didn't WANT to go.
Because I know I would've spent money, and right now I'm trying really fu***ng hard to hold onto what I have so I have money for our Hocking Hills trip at the end of the month.
If it isn't free or ridiculously cheap right now, I probably can't do it.
That's where I'm at.
And that's okay.
Then there was Ales & Tails in Hamilton.
I'd been debating going for about a week. I didn't particularly want to go alone, but eventually I decided, f**k it, I'll go anyway.
I drove all the way there...
and drove right fu***ng past it. 😂
Once I got there, I just didn't want to go.
Okay.
I'm allowed to change my mind.
Before that, I attempted Operation Find the F**king Dress.
First I went to the WRONG storage facility. 😂
Eventually I found mine, opened the door and immediately remembered just how fu***ng overwhelming that storage unit is.
There is SO MUCH S**T in there, and I don't know where anything is.
I stood there for a minute and realized:
Nope.
I do not have the capacity for this today.
So I closed the door.
The dress hunt will happen another day.
Then I realized I really needed groceries.
Part of me wanted to just grab fast food because it was easier, but spending around $20 at Aldi for food that will feed me multiple times made a hell of a lot more sense than spending half of that on one meal.
So I went inside and did the thing.
When I came back out, there was a busker playing Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box."
Well...
If that isn't an invitation to look for heart rocks. 😂💜
Looking for hearts is one of those little things that brings me joy, so I wandered around the rocks for a while.
And I found one.
Just one.
And one was enough.
Maybe the song was completely coincidental.
Maybe I just needed a little nudge to stop and find some Magick in a blah fu***ng day.
Either way, I took it.
I stopped.
I looked.
I found a heart. 💜
Then I came home, put away my groceries, helped my neighbor by moving my Jeep so a tow truck could maneuver her truck into her lot, and finally realized something else:
Hey, friend.
You ate breakfast today.
That's it.
And it's almost 6 p.m.
You need some food in your body. That could absolutely be part of why you don't feel good.
So I made the easiest thing I could think of.
Toast.
Avocado.
Bacon bits.
Everything bagel seasoning.
Fed is more important than fancy.
I wondered if maybe that was the answer.
And it helped.
I ate dinner later, too.
But here I am a few hours later, and honestly?
I still feel off.
Better than I did earlier, but still blah.
And that's okay too.
There isn't always a neat little ending where we eat some avocado toast and suddenly everything makes sense. 😂
Sometimes we check in with ourselves, take care of the needs we CAN identify, and still don't feel quite like ourselves.
That doesn't mean we did self-care wrong.
I don't need to figure out WHY I'm off tonight.
Maybe I'll understand it tomorrow.
Maybe I won't.
What I can do is keep taking care of myself while I'm here.
Today I protected my budget.
I listened when I didn't want to go somewhere.
I recognized when the storage unit was too much.
I bought groceries.
I found a little Magick in an Aldi parking lot.
I helped my neighbor.
I fed myself.
And now I can let today be what it was.
A weird, blah Saturday.
That's enough.
Sometimes Coming Back to Me isn't about finding my way all the way back in one fu***ng day.
Sometimes it's noticing that I feel off and giving myself grace while I'm there.
Some days just be like that.
Find the little bits of Magick where you can.
Feed the human.
Take care of you.
And tomorrow?
We'll see. 💜
Make good choices, Misfits.
I love you. 🦄💜
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