You will see lots written about firsts. First loves. First kisses. First times. But rarely will you encounter someone waxing rhapsodic about lasts. But usually in order for there to be a first, there first must be some sort of last. So today, I am writing about lasts.

Lately I've been reading a lot about food, The Omnivore's Dilemma and Skinny Bitch being two particularly influential sources. Partly through their influence and partly based on a desire to return to previously adopted but partially abandoned healthy eating habits, I decided yesterday that I would eat my last sugary thing, the last fried thing (thank goddess I've already gotten in my Woodman's run for the summer!), the last pork. The last meat of any kind at a restaurant unless they can tell me exactly where it came from. The last unhealthy breakfast. Lest you think I've lost my mind and gone over the deep end - no, I'm not giving up wine, despite what Skinny Bitch enjoins. There's only so far a girl can go!

Today will be the last day of the purple, green and orange. The last day for the fairy on her perch; she'll be flying away for other things. This design has represented me well and served as the window into my musings over the last three years about becoming a witch, what that meant to me, and what I did with it. Now, though, I am a witch. I'm a woman in her early forties. A writer who wants to spread her fairy wings to take on bigger things. A change in scenery was in order to go with my change in perspective.

So I'll be writing in red. Yes red, baby, red! Sera Beak would be proud.

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 8:55 AM