reboot Tory

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Went to sleep last night at about 7:30, shortly before sunset. Thought it would be a nap; was just too tired and blargh to do anything else.

Woke up around dawn, around 5:30.

Puttered about; went to iHop to food; decided to wander off at random. Wound up, as I usually do when wandering off 'at random,' at Crane's Beach in Ipswich. (I <3 having a car so I can do things like this.)

Now it's still very early in the morning. It's a Sunday in the off-season, cold and gray. There were maybe two people on the entire freakin' beach, and nobody within eyeshot.

I went out, after confirming that the tide seemed to be outgoing and not incoming, to the very tippity tip of a long spit of sand, right out with the ocean on three sides of me, and kicked off my shoes, and did my LBRP for the first time in two weeks.

Damn, that felt good.

Going off regular ritual practice, when one has gotten in the habit, is like going off psychiatric medication. I saw the effects in Cyn, horribly, over the various times when she stopped doing her rituals; I've been seeing the effects in myself over the past few weeks.

This Thursday, at least, I'll be moving in somewhere where magical practice won't be a matter of contention. Then I can resume regular work. Phew.

In the meantime, much better. Rebooted. Clean restart. Energy higher, concentration higher, relationship paranoia much lower. Huzzah!

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[nevacaruso.livejournal.com]

We obviously don't have to talk about this, unless perchance you want to, but I sympathized with a lot of what you said in your emo!post - especially about brushing people off when they're not the very person you want to spend time with, and about feeling like an inconvenience. Which you haven't been, ever. Promise.

But I'm glad that you're feeling better today. Here's hoping that it lasts. *hugs*