The Young Witch Herds Cats

It's been a hot second since I posted anything. Why? Moving home is feeling like herding my cats.

There's been a lot happening in the past two weeks. There's been a lot of stuff I could write posts about. I could talk about how my Americorps program finished\. I could write about walking away in stressful situations. I could write about how I rejected a job offer, and how I realized the importance of being able to say no. I could write about all the bruises and scratches I've found on my body from moving boxes, and how I almost fell off a platform in church the other day and saved myself!

But no! I'm writing about cats because I feel like herding cats, both in a literal sense and a figurative one.

I have been home for two weeks and almost three days now. I've spent a lot of time in the past couple weeks finishing my last week of City Year (I'm now a proud graduate of

Americorps!), job hunting and interviewing (still slightly stressful), moving furniture around in my new room (I have dropped at least three bookshelves on my feet), painted about half the room, packed up my parents' books and now in the process of bringing up all of my books, all while learning what it means to live with my family again.

Oh. And I'm herding cats. Because I have two idiot cats, who have discovered that I don't care if they come upstairs, until I start painting the walls, or I have to go downstairs and don't want them to get into anything, because they are, curiously enough, idiots.

Ah, yes. Two idiots (Howl and Buddy)

So, yeah. I've got a lot going on that I have to do and I still have not been able to readapt my sleep schedule to the Midwest. I can't believe my body would betray me in this manner.

At the same time I have all this, I have a lot of stuff that I want to do!I want to finish my fanfiction that I was writing before the whole having to move home happened. I want to read all the books. I want to start working on my magick again. I want to start sewing again. I have a million different cosplay designs and ideas in my head, and they would like out and onto my TikTok. And I want to just be able to sit down and watch TikTok without looking at the small disaster area that I have created.

My mind is trying to herd the cats, much like I am trying to physically. Things about cats is, you cannot herd them. When I have to get my two lovable idiots out of my room, I have to physically pick them up and bring them with me downstairs.

And I have to do the same with my mind. I have to tell myself that it's time to stop and work on our priorities, which is currently fill-in-the-blank.

And everyone does this. Everyone. And don't lie and say you don't. You do. It's just about learning prioritize and find what is the most important thing for you to do and deal with in that moment. It could be from you fun list, if you need a break, or it could be time to get down to business, and do that thing that you really need to do.

As for me, I need to go get the book boxes I abandoned downstairs to write this thing.

Before all that though, I need to get one of my idiots out of the closet.

He is somewhere in my closet and I'm not sure where