Who You Calling Witch…

I was a real Witch yesterday…and…not just because I was dressed up for Halloween…it was just the mood I was in…and…still find myself in this morning…and…even without…Bertha’s…assistance…I know the cause…

Ghosts

No…my house isn’t haunted…and I haven’t been visiting the graveyard at midnight…but…there are certain times of the year…that ghosts of past events…sneak back into my experience…

And…just like real ghosts…I smile as I type that…they can walk through the strongest walls that I’ve built over the years…trying to keep them out…they float in and out…effortlessly…

The funny thing is…they are masters of disguises…and…until I actually brought them to my conscious awareness…I thought my foul mood was related to something else entirely…AKA…refinancing my mortgage…

But…Berthaokay…maybe I did need her help…showed me that…I wasn’t really upset about that…I asked to refinance it…I researched it…I knew it was the thing to do…I wasn’t being forced…but…that’s the way it felt…

I just had some old painful emotions…connected to Halloween…some frustrations and feeling out of control…that I need to release…

And…I know she’s right…it’s time…to exorcise those ghosts…with time in the contemplation chair…appreciating them for what they have brought into my life…peeling back one more layer of the artichoke…healing with the forgiveness prayer…

Perhaps then…we can all sing…Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

Jane

Back to School…

A pedi-party…better than a pity party any day! ~Bertha

It’s official…what not so long ago loomed before me as an endless summer…has quickly dwindled to the equivalent of a long weekend…only two short days separate me from…that four letter word…work

Now…I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me…I never felt compassion for those in the education system who complained about going back to school in the fall…when I had toiled away all summer…with or without a short break…

But…

This is different…this is me…and…when it’s moi…it’s always different…

The truth is…it doesn’t matter how much I whine…or…drag my feet…my days of sleeping in…if you call five o’clock in…are over…like it or not…work…here I come…

It’s been a whirlwind summer…visits with my daughters and granddaughters…book promotions…writing…book promotions…writing…naps…book promotions…writing…do we see a pattern there…these are the things that I love to do…and I honestly got a lot accomplished…even saw…Bertha…hit bestselling status on Amazon in two categories…and…I ate a lot of garden fresh tomatoes…who could ask for more…

But…those days are coming to a close…and days of boo-boos and tummy aches are upon me…along with the paperwork that accompanies them…now…in all fairness to my job…my school…and my kids…I do love my job…it’s rewarding and challenging…and I am grateful to have it…it’s just that given the choice and finances…I’d write fulltime…

So…what am I going to do with my last couple of days…about what I’ve done all summer…maybe throw in a bike ride…and definitely a pedicure…‘cause…Bertha…says that all the dragging of feet…has mine looking ragged…

Jane