Morning sit though I didn’t really want to. I continue to learn something everyday about meditation. I have a personal demon of hesitation so the style of meditation I’m really good at I tend to not do so I can “brush up on other skills to be more rounded”. I don’t think I like this anymore. I’m gonna be a fucking dagger.
Card of the Day, 7 of Cups. Definitely experienced that later in the day (as well as the meditation thing). Vacillating on my goal. My goal was to become more successful not shell up and whine about my qualities. Santa Muerte is bringing out parts of me in need of alteration. Distraction, lethargy. Other personal demons. But it’s more than that. It’s my life story. It’s who I tell myself I am.