The last DoMagick challenge I participated in triggered a series of events that led to me having a ten-thousand dollar war-chest at one point (one of last year’s “Low Probability” sigiled desires even to the dollar amount) and then spending that war-chest to obtain and furnish an apartment for my daughter and me in secret until the actual day of the moveout came.
This DoMagick challenge is ending quietly and boringly. Which, when compared to the other (unpublished) shenanigans I have going on in my life at the moment, is very much okay! This month’s personal goal was not about trying to overshadow what I did last time. It was about being consistent and staying true to a daily practice of some sort. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 30 – Last Call”
The early start meant skipping yoga. But it will take a disaster to make me skip my coffee. Drawing the shoal sigil in the air with the full coffee mug requires attention and wakefulness so not to spill a drop. Life hack: Use your weaknesses to draw out your strengths. By the time I had completed the gesture, I was definitely wide awake.
The atmosphere at work was magnitudes better than the entire week combined. A situation I celebrated by invoking the shoal sigil for “Good Eats” and spoiling myself at lunch. A medium-rare ribeye with garlic mashed potatoes is a reason to celebrate and a celebration both. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 29 – Mad? Good!”
Last night I came home from work too damn late than I should have. I thought the carousel discourse in the closed door meetings would be the high point of the day. I keep forgetting that no plan ever survives contact with the public.
I came home, drew the shoal sigil over my pillow for “Restful Sleep” and for once, looked forward to sleeping without dreams again.
So of course, I dreamt of work all night long. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 28 – A Peer and a Fellow”
Coffee. Yoga. Looked at the lottery ticket I had bought last week and had forgotten about almost immediately. Resolved to check the ticket at lunch and stuck it in my pocket.
Some days, if I don’t make my own luck, I have no luck at all. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 27 – Luck Doesn’t Wait”
More than my balance was upset yesterday at work, and after holding my tongue about the increasingly thickening and darkening atmosphere for longer than I could tolerate, I finally told one of my superiors about my concerns. I only meant to address the topics that were “safe” to talk about.
Pull one thread and unravel the entire cloth. She was surprised to hear me speak about microaggressions, casual racism, and how easy it is to gut a person with sweet sounding words. But she heard me out. She admitted she didn’t think that this office could hold such things. “But you aren’t one to say this lightly. What am I not seeing?”
I don’t know if the conversation that followed was a result of the shoal sigil’s intent of “Work Support”. But once the conversation was over, I made my peace with whatever happened and went on with the day. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 26 – The Measurement of Trust”
Still sick, day two. Coffee. Yoga. Contemplation of certain life choices. Not enough to stop me from going to work, though. The contradictory signals from my superiors, my peers, and my subordinates kept me confused all day long.
I was braced for someone to tap me on the shoulder at any time to escort me off the property. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 25 – Nobody’s Fault But Mine”
I’m going to need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I woke early despite ensuring all clocks and noise makers were deactivated. The shenanigans from the day prior were a success. “Good cheer”, indeed!
But as I entered the bend into the final week of June, and with it, the final challenge, I felt that maybe I had simultaneously set my sights too low and too high at the same time. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 24 – It Was Good At The Time”
It is good that I keep my alarm clock out of literal arm’s reach at night. I think I would have put an unplanned ventilation port in the wall otherwise. Why. The Hell. Did I plan to get up before dawn on a Saturday? As I move the shopping and action list off the alarm clock to silence it, I am reminded why.
Oh. Okay. Fired the shoal sigil prior to morning yoga, and again prior to and in thanks of my daily coffee. As I plotted out my waypoints for the wildest of goose chases ever, my daughter asks if she could ride along as one of my waypoints is also one of her weekend targets. I work full time and she is a college student, so the weekends are often the only time we can speak in depth with each other.
Or in this case, plot together. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 23 – Out Of Sight”
Friday came and went without anything spectacular happening, for good or for ill. I had a big personal project coming up the next day and my thoughts were out of sync with the calendar because of it.
Morning coffee and yoga still carried the sigil’s momentum for the day. I finally accepted that the (very) low-probability goals of the sigil were not going to happen in the next eight days unless an even lower probability event was going to happen. (No deceased strangers have willed me their estates in mysterious gratitude and haven’t hit the lottery thus far.) Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 22 – A Day Like Any Other”
Before the shoal sigil, coffee, and yoga, the first thing I did was greet the first decan of Cancer. It has now been six months since my daughter and I moved out of a bad situation into a then unknown situation.
It’s been good, despite the ups and downs, it’s been very good. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 21 – This Little Light Of Mine”