What's in a name?

Since I was a little girl, people have always come to me for advice. Kids my age. Even those who were older. I never really thought twice about it. Helping people was always a joy for me. To be honest, I liked feeling like I made a difference in their lives. Without knowing it, I have become the 'wise woman' of the village. My village of course being composed of my friends and family, and even friends of friends. I even help out those that I really don't care for but are in need of help.

In past centuries, witches were referred to as Wise Women and Cunning Men. Now that I am older and can look at things objectively, I find it ironically funny that I have become my village's Wise Woman. Taking care of my family has always been a love of mine. Taking care of those that surround me is, honestly, a joy.

Souls of all faiths come to me seeking advice, help, and occasionally a spell or charm to help them or their family. Being available to ease someone's grief, give advice on unruly children, and weave a spell to kick start someone's day has become a passion.

It's not all marshmallows and roses though. Investing so much in those who come to me takes a toll on my energy level. Usually, I am very good at controlling my own energy output and conservation. I am very good at unplugging from the 'collective conciousness' that surrounds on a daily basis. My awareness of the energies around me has become far more acute in the past years. But as of recently, my energy levels have been depleted. I am not sure if it's just from the hustle and bustle of my days and not getting enough sleep. The baby sleeps a solid 9-10 hours a night, at least. I always stay up and wait for Daddy to come home and then we are up for a bit taking a few moments to spend time together. I wake up at 7 every morning. So I am getting, maybe, 5-6 hours. ~I think I just figured out my problem...~ 

Yes, I NEED to work on taking care of myself the way I take care of my family and those around. I need to take slightly more time out of my day and devote it to myself and spend it grounding myself, or even *gasp* napping! Yesterday, Daddy got home from work super early (4pm!) and told me to go lay down and take a nap. He'd take care of the kids for me so I have nothing to worry about and I STILL could not relax enough to catch some much needed Zzz's. All I could think about was how much was still left to do, what to make for dinner, and oh crap I still need to clean out the garage. As you can probably tell... I'm hopelessly unable to take a time out. Even when I am running on fumes and dead tired. My family and home come first. It's my way of showing them how much I appreciate them.

Well... now that I ran off with that tangent let's get back to the original topic.

Wise Woman or Witch, either way I had already been one before the official labeling! I had no idea, it just came naturally to me. Although some around me, once hearing that I am a witch, naturally assume that I am something out of a Disney movie. Usually, they are slightly disappointed to find out that I am more of a modern day June Cleaver then Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz (which I do know is not a Disney movie).

Labels, names, or titles don't really have that much meaning to them. It's more of what you do that makes you what you are. I'm proud to call myself a Witch. I truly am. It's taken a lot of studying and research. I'm good at what I do and unless you intend my family harm, everyone gets the warmest fuzzy feelings when they come into our home. I've been told more than once, and by more than just my friends who are in the know that my home feels very welcoming and 'homey'. So many of our closest friends and family come over and curl up on couches and take naps without a second thought. I love every minute of their enjoyment. It means I have done a wonderful job.

Brightest Blessings!!
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