I noticed myself doing a lot of predicting failure this afternoon. I thought of it as setting reasonable expectations for myself, but I realized I was just stealing joy from the present in predicting future disappointment. What a silly spell to cast. I can do better heart magic.
(Love letter in black pen, surrounding a black conte drawing of a crystal ball. ‘Let’s find rituals that are more observation than divination. Stop using your crystal ball of pessimism. You don’t know the future. Rehearsing doesn’t help. (Neither does rehashing.)’)