Between real and magic, I am oh-so many things: aspiring author, witch, mother, sportswoman, ambitious corporate professional, feminine bitch, slightly crazy.
So this is not a perfectly curated life here, it’s messy. Some of us were not, indeed, built for still waters.
Here I lay it all down (or almost all): the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.
Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.
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I should eventually be able to forgive him. Or forgive myself. Or accept. I know I should. But somehow the only thing I feel now is anger. I am in a deep pit of it. So much so that the only reason I wish he were alive now is so I could channel all this…
