Spiritual Gratitude from a Fae Folk

Some mornings I wake up and sense that the fae are playing tricks on me. Then I realize, I am a fae; perhaps I am playing tricks on myself. Today has been one of those days.

I could not for the life of me find my phone, the cinnamon, my watch, or my knife. Nonetheless, numerous other forms of fae interception into my day have been lucky and positive. Thanks, fae-folk.

This is the first year in which my seasonal depression has not grasped me. Rather, I am manic more often than blue. I suspect regular exercise has helped, despite it not occurring in a rigid routine; living with a cleaner roommate; not being absolutely skint; working towards my goals, particularly the construction process of Bailey; and most importantly, a mindset of desiring happiness and peace for myself.

I must thank the fae also for a wee surprise in the form of an agenda colored akin to the Brazilian flag, discovered in the midst of non-agenda items at 5&Below, scratched and tag-less and likely the last of its stock. I shall take inspiration from its font and utilize its sections diligently this year. In the past, the sections about gratitude often offended me, as they appeared to invite false pretenses of requiring an individual to possess gratitude in order to belong in the organizational-professional community. See here an example of how I have countered such silly perspectives of mine:

Thanks for reading,

ABSGELLER

We pollute and pollinate ~