All That Glitters!

 Be Careful What You Wish For: The Midas Touch and Life’s Unexpected Curses

You ever want something so bad that you’d do anything to get it? And then you finally get it, and—boom!—it blows up in your face? Yeah, that’s the King Midas special, and it’s got a lesson worth learning.

The Curse of the Golden Touch

So, Midas, this guy obsessed with wealth, gets a wish: everything he touches turns to gold. Sounds amazing, right? Until reality smacks him in the face—his food? Solid gold. His daughter? A shiny statue. Turns out, endless riches don’t mean much when you’re starving and lonely. Classic case of "be careful what you wish for."

Eventually, the gods took pity on him and reversed the curse, but not before he got a hard reality check. The moral? Sometimes, the thing you’re chasing is just a pretty, glittery trap.

The Modern Midas Effect

Midas’ mess isn’t just some old myth. We see it happen all the time:

• The Workaholic’s Burnout – You grind for success, thinking it’ll bring happiness, but end up exhausted, disconnected, and wondering what the hell happened.

• The Dream Job From Hell – It looked perfect on paper, but now you’re drowning in stress, deadlines, and caffeine-fueled anxiety.

• The Social Media Fame Trap – You wanted followers and validation, but now you can’t breathe without someone judging your every move.

How to Wish Wisely

So, should we just stop wishing for things? Nah, but maybe we should be a little smarter about it. Before you dive headfirst into your next big goal, ask yourself:

1. What’s the catch? Everything comes with a trade-off—are you cool with it?

2. Does this actually make you happy? Or are you chasing it because everyone else says you should?

3. Can you handle the baggage? More success, more problems. Are you ready for that?

4. Is there a way to have your cake and eat it too? Maybe there’s a way to get what you want without it turning into a personal disaster.

Final Thoughts

Midas thought he wanted untouchable wealth—until he realized he couldn’t actually touch anything. Lesson learned: don’t chase dreams blindly. Next time you find yourself obsessing over something, take a step back. Ask the hard questions. Make sure it won’t turn your life into a gilded nightmare.

Because sometimes, what looks like a dream is really just a fancy way to ruin everything.

SORRRY!

 I fell off the digital planet for a few days, eh.

I don't know if my brain needed it, my soul, the zen part of me that is me.
Whatever it was it needed a break,

I felt like I was ripping myself apart with everything I was doing and saying to everyone to what end?
No one cared or noticed.
I can not be this social person I think this blog is going to be the extent of it, maybe lurk a bit in a few discords but I don't read the text well and I infer a lot that isn't there I believe.  

And I think that's an age thing.

Who knows...

Anyway, look for more stuff here...

Pagan Witchy Stuff!
Phyre
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If you can't....

 If you can't run, you walk, if you can't walk you crawl, and if you can't crawl...


I'll be there to lift you up you just need to tell me..

Hello!

I took a few days off! Yesterday was my birthday, and I turned fifty. Fifty! It's so strange to think about. Fifty years.

High school feels like yesterday. I can still vividly recall my first crush, the nervous excitement, the butterflies in my stomach before my first kiss. I remember the thrill of competing at horse shows, the intense anticipation before entering the ring, the pounding of my heart. I remember being a Westernerair, the camaraderie, the delicious, oversized cinnamon rolls we devoured at the fairgrounds after performances, and the countless hours spent laughing with my best friend, Kimmy. Those were simpler times, filled with youthful energy and carefree abandon.

Then came my twenties, the whirlwind of raising two young children. It felt like an uphill battle, a constant struggle. Even though I had family living with me, I often felt the weight of responsibility fall squarely on my shoulders, as if I were navigating this challenging chapter entirely alone. That feeling, that burden, hasn't entirely disappeared. Even now, I still feel the pressure, the weight of daily responsibilities pressing down on me. Sometimes, it feels overwhelming, like more than I can bear.

My 30's gods what a painful time so I don't talk about it... ....

My 40's were okay I really kinda found and lost myself

 and now 50 where I think I finally have my footing I know where I want to be in life and then it's all going to be pretty much downhill but man what a fucking ride it's going to be!

Life, Death, Rebirth.

 

Mighty spirit of light that shines through the Cosmos, draw my flame closer in harmony to thee. Lift up my fire from out of the darkness, magnet of fire that is One with the ALL. Lift up my soul, thou mighty and potent.

Child of the Light, turn not away. Draw me in power to melt in thy furnace; One with all things and all things in One, fire of the life-strain and One with the All.

Oh man can we talk!?

 You ever have one of those days where the clock seems to play tricks on you? One minute, it’s mid-morning, and the next thing you know, it’s 7 PM and you’ve dissociated the day away. That’s me today. Staring at the clock like it’s betrayed me, wondering how time managed to slip through my fingers unnoticed. Dissociation has a funny way of taking over—like a survival mechanism that says, “Hey, let’s just unplug for a while,” except when you come back online, life’s problems are all still there, waiting.

Tomorrow’s looming, and I’m already over it. I’ve got a flat tire I can’t afford to fix and a heart that’s just... tired. It’s one of those days where being human feels like a job I didn’t apply for, and quitting isn’t an option. And I know—trust me, I know—that feeling this way isn’t unique. It’s not some grand revelation to say, “Hey, life is hard and sometimes I don’t want to do it.” But the struggle still feels deeply personal when you’re in it.

Lately, it even feels like my friends are tired of hearing me talk about my problems. That’s one of the hardest parts, isn’t it? Feeling like the people who care about you might be running low on patience. They probably aren’t—at least not the ones who truly matter—but when your brain is already working overtime to convince you you’re a burden, it’s hard not to spiral. I’ve started hesitating before sharing, wondering if I’m pushing people away.

I think part of why I’m writing this is to remind myself—and anyone reading—that it’s okay to feel this way. You’re not alone in the struggle, even if it feels isolating. It’s okay to acknowledge that life gets heavy and messy, and that some days, the simplest things—like a flat tire—can feel like the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

But it’s also okay to take up space with your feelings. To talk about them, to write about them, to shout them into the void if that’s what helps. Because sometimes, putting it out into the world can make it feel a little less suffocating. Sometimes, it’s a way of telling yourself, “Hey, I’m here. I’m struggling, but I’m still here.”

So, here’s my tiny shout into the void: today was hard, and tomorrow might be too. But for now, I’m giving myself permission to feel it all without shame. If you’re in the same boat, know this: you’re not alone. And even when the weight of it all feels unbearable, you’re allowed to lean on others, to take up space, and to simply be—however messy that might look.

Much Love,
Phyre
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TikTok

 HAHAHAHAHA

Leaving this up because FUCK!

Tik Tok

I mean, 
FUCK
it's supposed to be going away tomorrow and I didn't think I was going to be that sad over it, and suddenly today I'm really, really messed up about it.

I'm going to miss so many good people and I know a lot of people are like there are other apps and yes there are other apps and other places to get my brain rot but that place just felt more like _home_ than many other places.

Man....

I can't do sh*t right... right?

 Or that's what my brain likes to tell me.

I mean, really, I don't know why.


I should give myself grace, my bills are paid every month, and ya know I'm fed for the most part, I take care of my pets, but man my brain says I'm fucking worthless. Worthless by who's standard I don't know you'd have to ask my brain.

The insidious voice in my head whispers that I'm a failure, a drain on resources, not measuring up to the expectations of my stepfather and grandmother.  Their unspoken judgment stings, amplified by my chronic illness.  Despite my contributions, despite raising two successful, contributing children who are now working and paying taxes – fulfilling the societal role of a 'breeder,' a role seemingly valued more than my own inherent worth – the relentless self-criticism persists.  It's a constant barrage of negativity, a relentless pressure to end my life. The thoughts are horrifyingly specific:  the image of a short pier, the tempting height of a bridge, the chilling sharpness of a blade, the morbid curiosity about the taste of gun oil… all swirling in a vortex of despair.

But maybe all I need is a nap....

Take care of yourself, love who you have while you have them, (Thanks Phil)
Much Love,
Phyre

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I wish I could change the world.

 Do it for the VINE

but no really I'm on RedNote/Xiaohongshu,
Tiktok gone on the 19th?

I don't know, I'll believe it when it happens.

I hate the fact that there is going to be such a brutal cold snap coming through I think of all the poor homeless people who have nowhere to go and the fact that we have more empty houses in the USA than we have homeless people makes me sick.

But if I could change the world here's my start!

Brilliant plan with a strong ripple effect. Building tiny home communities as halfway houses provides both immediate shelter and a pathway to stability. These communities could be equipped with:

• On-site addiction recovery resources like counseling, group therapy, and access to medical professionals.
• Job training programs tailored to local industries to make reentry into the workforce smoother.
• Community support systems that foster accountability, collaboration, and a sense of belonging, which are essential for long-term recovery.

The choice of concrete tiny homes is especially smart, as they’d be more resistant to storms, which is crucial for hurricane-prone areas like Florida. These homes could also be designed to be energy-efficient, with solar panels and rainwater collection, keeping operating costs low for residents and municipalities.

With more people getting clean, finding jobs, and reintegrating into society, not only does the workforce grow, but so does the economic contribution of these individuals. As they aren't burdened with rent or food costs, they can invest more in education, transportation, and other areas that stimulate the economy.

States like Florida would absolutely benefit. By reducing homelessness and the associated costs (e.g., emergency services, healthcare, policing), these programs could help close budget deficits. At the same time, they’d create healthier, safer communities, which is a win for everyone.

It’s practical, compassionate, and economically smart. 

Love you,

Phyre

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F*ckn Health Shit!

 Oh, man!

I love it when I go to the doctor and get health news, anywho, my kidneys are not having a fun time. 

So it's time to start drinking more fluids and going back on the Kidney diet. 

Mayo Clinic Kidney Diet

We are all dying, I just know what's killing me faster than everyone else.
Honestly, there's just a part of me that's like fuck it let's run at this wall full speed, screw the diet, drink the sodas, eat all the salt,  do all the bad things, and let it happen. 

Why not right?
At least then it wouldn't be suicide.... right... I mean... right?

Phyre
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Almost,

 You ever think about all the times that you went left, when you should have gone right,  if your life would be different?

The almost?

I think about that all the time.

Well, I almost kissed that one person and I almost did that one thing, and today... well, today I'll live to see tomorrow.

Take care of yourself.

Love,
Phyre

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