Happy Imbolc!

Oh hi, it's my first witchy holiday as a secular witch. I never really knew what Imbolc was, and now that I do, I'm pretty excited about it.  We're halfway between the winter and the spring solstice. It's been ridic cold and icky here the past week, but today was sunny and in the 40s, which is perfect winter day for me. I took the day off and did some self care and cleansing kinds of things - changed the sheets, showered, washed my hairbrushes, that kind of thing. I got out a bit, and I saw robins, and heard the birdsong which always begins about this time and assures that there is hope for spring. Tonight I lighted seven candles and meditated, and it was lovely. 

Imbolc comes from an Irish word that means in the belly - as in, the baby animals who are approaching the birthing season. I get that burgeoning feeling. I decided that, new job or not, May 5 will be my last day at the job I've been extremely miserable doing since 2020. There is some fear - okay, a lot of it - but I truly think something is going to come through for me or I'm going to make things happen on my own. I've been thinking about offering some consulting services, and I've been reaching out to friends who have their own companies. It feels right. I know it's not the wisest thing to pass up an extremely well paying job with excellent benefits, but I don't like anything about what I do, and I don't like who I am when I'm miserable trying to get through each boring, unfulfilling, and extremely stressful day.

I'll be adding as much as I can to my savings between now and then,and I really really hope that things work out so that I can take about a week or two in between whatever I end up doing to just sleep and recover a little from giving four years of my life to this craziness.