I’ve had a panic attack today. I haven’t had one of those in a long time. There’s some stuff going on right now, nothing overly major, just stuff kind of stuff and I had to speak out about something. My point was well received and everything went well……but afterwards I was just so done in. I just felt like my whole being imploded on itself and I started to feel as if a great weight had landed on my chest.
I was worried that all of my work would be undone, as if my little chat had undone all of my good work and I was in full blown panic mode. I have spent the rest of the day nursing my very emotional well being and having not being around the social media circuit has helped me enormously. I think sometimes we get too caught up in what is happening round the forums, social media sites, on the chat etc, we totally lose sight of our real selves and we forget what we can do.
Sometimes the real magick in our lives is not in the spells and rituals that we do, but in the simple pleasures we find in our everyday lives. Like the simple pleasure I found today in seeing a pheasant rummaging about on the railway line behind my house. Nothing spectacular, nothing amazing, not even magickal, just an ordinary occurrence that helped me shift my focus.