Hello and welcome to my book of spells! I am your Mystic Mischief hoping to share some relatability in the most connective way I know how, and hopefully I can bring a giggle or two while I’m at it. My idea is to share personal experiences as well as some ideas I wish to release into the ether. I have what feels like a million thoughts that come to me every minute and have often wondered how I can put them out there without having to conform to the typical social platforms.
Allow me to share a spell or two with you so you can have an idea of who I am and what I bring to the cauldron. If I’m not your cup of tea, I understand. I prefer coffee myself.
I was born and raised in a small town in the middle of nowhere. We were a family of ten, Christians, and home schooled. That weird Christian family is what I later learned all the kids in town called us. We didn’t celebrate Halloween, as it was the devil’s holiday, as if we weren’t weird enough. We didn’t really socialize with anyone, and no one socialized with us. It was quite literally a bubble of “safety” if you will. All I knew was my life at home and my life at church. My favorite part about church were the very affordable dance classes offered every week. I started when I was 6 years old, and I remember thinking “This is what I am going to be when I grow up”. Dancing was what kept me going at church.
Then there was that secular life (what I was told to call it) on the outside that I was always curious about. Did those kids worry about going to hell if they said “crap” or “Damn”? or was that just me? It was instilled in me at a very young age that I should fear sinning, because it would resort in going to hell for all of eternity. I still remember when I first started masturbating. I laugh about it now, but back then, I truly thought I was a disgusting sinner who deserved to go to hell. No wonder I had intimacy issues all throughout my adult life. God forbid I were to have sex for pleasure instead of what it was intended for.
Being home schooled was isolating, but luckily when I was 14, we joined a theater company specifically for home schooled kids. A way of socializing, and we also got to learn Shakespeare. I made a ton of friends and realized that I was artsy fartsy. I loved dancing, and I loved being on stage. It gave me the opportunity to become someone else for a day. I felt like a totally different person. Confident.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite a trifecta. Alas, I was not a talented singer, so I guess Broadway was off the table. Damn! I mean, darn!
I quite literally convinced myself that I wasn’t good enough to be on Dancing with the stars, or even audition for a place like Julliard, so I never did. Instead, I started working at a very young age. Got my first gig as a “Mothers helper” when I was 12. Basically, I wasn’t old enough to babysit without supervision, so the kid’s mom just paid me to come play with them while she did other things around the house. Pretty cool.
My first official job was at the public library downtown, so at least I was able to read about and live vicariously through other people who actually chased their dreams.
From then on, I worked as much as I could, and saved money for the future. I moved across the country when I was 20 and met my now husband a year later when I was 21. I’ll keep the details on that part vague for now, because that is where the story begins. A good chunk of my articles will be about the excitement that is marriage.
Everything you read here is as raw and as real as possible. I believe it is important for us to connect and relate with one another.
I implore you to show up as you are, and I promise to always do the same. I don’t intend on editing too much here, because that is part of being raw and just letting the topic flow as it may.
If you enjoyed this introduction, feel free to subscribe for more. I do not have a set plan on how this is going to go, I am just doing it because I have wanted to for a long time.
Until next time Mystics
The Mystic Mischief
The Mystic Mischief 