So, my month for Loki will be fucked for the third year in a row.
Every year I try to do that thing where I make a daily offering, of any kind, even a small one, to Loki (I shared the experience on my previous blog a few years ago).
And every year, there’s something that prevents me from doing it. This year, I find myself stuck for 10 days minding my two-years-old niece with absolutely not a second to dedicate to working on an offering (or to working at all, for that matter, fare you well, good money ;A;).
I’m alive only one month per year, and it’s in July. As the end of June draws near, I start remembering who I am, and what I want, I make plans and decisions, I feel things and express them, I feel creative and inspired... It lingers a little into August and then I go back to my usual numb self.
And every fucking year, I have to ignore that, to ignore the few personal feelings, hopes, ambitions and desires I have in order to satisfy other people’s.
I’m waving 10 days of work buh-bye so my sister can work for 10 days as a tour guide. And when she’s back I’ll be running around for my mom’s business and working to earn money that doesn’t even end up in my own pockets.
Every year, over the short period during which I feel like I exist, I’m constantly reminded of the fact that I don’t matter.