Day 39: The Inseminator, Magical Pass

Exercise:

Begin by facing the east.  Stand with your hands at your sides, palms flat, facing behind you.  Bend the arms at the elbows and raise the hands so that they are level with your ears.  Hands should be approximately eight inches away from the ears on either side of the head.  With both of your hands, extend the forefinger and the little finger, and close together the remaining fingers and thumb.  This forms the Witch’s “stang” (symbolizing the antlers of the young horned god).

Today was not a day that I felt like picking up the giant, orange Wicca book. Natalie, Jen and I have been planning to go to a drive-in movie tonight, and it’s been a long time coming. It’s something we actually tried to do last year, but weren’t able to pull together. So I’ve hyped it up in my head and want the night to go off very well. And I volunteered to make cupcakes.

I don’t know what the heck was wrong with me, but these had to be perfect cupcakes, and the batch I turned out was not so perfect. I had to make shift with some silicone cups of my mothers, and the results were ugly (but tasty!). So I made a second cake late last night and woke up early to frost it. Of course, groggy and kitchen do not a match make…and I ended up dropping a casserole on my foot. And oh dear Gods does it ever hurt. I’d considered leaving early from work to go to the ER, but the last time I went there it took something like 9 hours to see a doctor…and I still really, really want to go to the damn movies!

So I’m bottling the pain. If I still think it’s broken tomorrow, to the ER I will go. And as a bonus, I won’t lose time from work.

What does this have to do with Roderick? Well, I’m not a complete stoic. All I’ve wanted to do all day is curl into a ball, watch movies, and feel sorry for myself. Even spending 10 minutes to try one pass seemed like too much effort, but I eventually got onto my injured foot, turned to the east, and made like a mad rokker chick.

The inseminator within was having a great time laughing at the mother within. Had I been less exacting, the accident never would have happened and I wouldn’t be such a poutfest. His mirth was infectious. I had a great time chucking in my tiny little office. It was certainly a reminder to let up and enjoy the high points of situations rather than chasing even the tiniest ideal.

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