Doesn’t feel like Easter.

Doesn’t feel like much of anything, really.

I saw a photo from this day last year. And it reminded me of the day before this day.

And THAT reminded me how different it all is now.

I liked everything the way it was.

But at some point, I wanted different.

Boy, did I get it.

That’s the opportunity and challenge with being “a good little manifester,” as my coven leader calls me.

I say it; it happens.

I’m going to go manifest a good brunch now.

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