"Today was both more and less of an adventure than I was hoping for."
I then digressed into a long description of my attempts to find my ancestors by driving to where they were buried, some of whom refused to be found that day. And witchiness. I made, naively to my eyes now, casual references to my son, places, people. I posted an invocation that I wrote, with no notion that someone might come along and decide to swipe it. I talked about magic, and my hopes and fears, for an audience made up only of my friends. I bitched about a certain significant other type person asking me to buy him cigarettes because I did not like contributing in any way to the smoking.
I was still in Reclaiming, and my coven still existed. My son was seven years old. I was broke, and worried about money.
"...well, at least I got signed up to this thing now. Which is a cool thing. I think that's it for today."