spicespellslove:

Feeling Like Myself

Have you ever been in a haze for so long you feel like that’s your new personality? But then you do something totally random and your old self wakes up and stretches a little, telling you what you thought was dead was only sleeping?

I did this random “Paint and Sip” thing tonight because a customer at my work told me I should… The haze lifted for a moment, my long-sleeping artistic side stretched and yawned, and I felt the tingle of magic course through me for the first time in months. I started to doubt myself because my favorite plant started to die and I’ve had no want to make so much as a cup of tea in my kitchen (a big thing for a kitchen witch). Could I really call myself a witch if I couldn’t practice? Could I even answer to the same name if I couldn’t tell you exactly who I was?

Now I finally feel confident in the fact that, practicing or not, I’m a witch. And my name will always be my name because my identity is allowed to fluctuate and grow to something new. Even if I feel like my life is in a haze, I’m still myself, and I’ll be myself even if I don’t feel like me for the moment.