I was going to write a blog post about the shittyness of one person that I have been experiencing lately. I decided not to. Not that I haven't ranted about it. I just decided to type it up on the computer, and keep it under a locked password folder that only I can access. I ranted and rage on that piece of paper, and then saved it. I've always found writing down my frustrations to be a good experience for my soul. I can get them out of my head, and then once I've written it, my frustration has disappeared and I don't feel so shitty inside. There's just particular things that this person says or does, that makes me feel like they don't have a heart beating inside them. It's a terrible judgement yes, but well earned. I'm sure I'm not the only one who felt surprised by what was said. However, it shall not be repeated here. This is going to be a happy post. Imbolc is today. One of the eight sabbats. Tomorrow there shall be a post about Imbolc. For now, this is all you get, and I'm off to have a lovely night celebrating.
Rosalinda, xoxo.
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