There are times when I feel severely unqualified for, well, everything. Despite my best efforts, sometimes it seems that I am not getting anywhere.
I haven't sewn a single stitch since Monday. I really want to. Heck, I need to since I am rapidly approaching a deadline. But now I am a wife and mother and my time is not my own. I am now the glue that holds the family together and at times I am simply amazed that anyone is still alive. How on earth did they survive before I came along to dole out required medicines, cook regular meals, and make sure bills got paid before service is cut off? And since they obviously DID survive before I came into the picture, why the hell am I doing so much work?
It's a bit of a dilemma, this wanting to share my life but not wanting to reveal the 900 failures before I finally got something right.
What would it be like if someone interviewed me? If someone was searching for real Witch, I'm pretty sure I'd make us look bad.
Interviewer: "So you're a practicing Witch?"
Interviewer: "You cast spells?"
Interviewer: "Magic really does work?"
Me: "Uh. I, mmmm, it's hard to explain."
Interviewer: "Can you do a spell now?"
Interviewer: "When will we see the results?"
Me: "I don't know."
Interviewer: "How do you know it will work?"
Me: "I just know."
Interviewer: "Can you give an example of magic working for you?"
Me: "Ah. Um, oh! I can manifest things!"
Interviewer: "Things appear without effort?"
Me: "No, I do some work. Manifestations is more about opening the path so that things can come to you..."
Interviewer: "Then it's not magic."
Me: "Is too!" [indignant pout]
See? You wouldn't want to read my blog. If you saw my house right now, you probably wouldn't believe I can keep a clean house. If you saw my sewing machine gathering dust, you wouldn't think I had any skills.
I suppose I could post successful ventures. But then I'd only blog once a year.