Why I Cast Spells Every Night (Plus: Lifting While Marathon Training)

As soon as September 1st hits, I am on my witchy shit.

And some of you might not know I am into that, but like drop into my house on a casual, random, ordinary Tuesday, and you are gonna see me call it 7.30, 8 p.m. after my kids have already gone down.

I'm lighting candles.

I've got the oils.

I'm saying little rituals and casting spells.

Yes, I'm getting my book ready.

I've got my red light on in my bedroom.

Like it's giving sexy witchy, leave me alone.

It's like, I just want to sit down and read my book time.

And you might be thinking like spells, like, girl, what are you talking about? The words we speak, the words that are inside our brains are cast a spell.

And I try to be really aware of that.

And when I have my little rituals and these little delightful, whimsical things that I do, nobody needs that.

I don't need that, but I love them.

And so today's episode is in defense of cringe.

Your invitation to be delightfully unserious.

When did it become a crime to enjoy things, to get excited about things, to be about it? I guess my biggest point is lean in to the unbridled joy of doing things.

your thing.

Everybody has their version of cringe.

For me, it has an element of whimsy, especially in the fall.

I would move into the Practical Magic house, Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, call me, and I genuinely feel like we reach a certain age and we become so optimized that we take ourselves out of the joy of whimsy and play.

I want you to be I like cringy people.

You better quilt the craziest quilt anybody has ever quilted.

I have respect for people who are just about their shit.

Be a Disney adult.

Wear the coat.