Witch, its been rough

Hey witches, still alive and thriving in mild chaos. I’ve been letting my poor legs recover from the trauma of running (because apparently, that’s my thing now). Plot twist: I made it to 2 miles which is the longest I’ve ever gone without collapsing into a dramatic heap or needing a crypt keeper on speed dial. Shower me with applause, or, better yet, shower me with candles.

While I recover, I’ve been absolutely spellbound by a Switch game called Wylde Flowers. Imagine Animal Crossing if it had a storyline, a sprinkle of spellcraft, and the exact cottage witch aesthetic we all secretly (or not so secretly) crave. Farming, friendship, quests, magic. It’s cozy escapism at its finest. Honestly, it feels like therapy in pixel form, minus the copay.

And the weather—don’t get me started. Every morning I wake up ready to bundle into a chunky sweater, light every candle I own, and fully embrace my cottage witch fantasy… and every morning, the sun says “not today, mortal.” Rude. But I can feel the shift coming: the breeze smells of fallen leaves, the nights are stretching longer, and that subtle magic that only autumn carries is whispering its arrival. Soon it’ll be candlelit evenings, cauldrons bubbling with soup or spiced cider, black cats weaving between shadows, and every cozy witch vibe turned up to eleven. Halloween will have its moment, sure—but let’s be honest: the true sacred holiday of the season is my birthday. The candles know who they burn for, the cauldrons purr in approval, and the universe basically throws me a private festival. Consider it the official kickoff to witch season. 

Step lightly or stomp boldly, but honor the magic.