Image via WikipediaLindsay would like a goddess for stress relief and general well being. I'm giving her the Egyptian moon goddess Bast.
Bast had the head of a cat the body of a woman. She used to have the head of a lion, but she got downsized. What she lost in strength and status, however, she made up for in the ability to dominate furniture and have mortals meet her every whim.
She had this annual festival that attracted over 700,000 people a year. It was very "Bridesmaids," and I know how much you like that movie. Women would eat, dance, sing and generally participate in what Wikipedia calls "feasts of drunkenness." It was epic (which is the new awesome, by the way).
Bast would bless revelers with coupons for free massages and weekend crafting/writing retreats, but--and this is important--she never gave coupons to overachievers who were all anal about laundry and/or work. As with most goddesses, she realized that general well being came from an internal spark, or drive, to sometimes sacrifice the annoying little responsibilities that join together to wrap around us and choke us like cobras. Break the cords of perfectionism and do-everythingism that weigh you down, Lindsay! Get your girlfriends and revel. Revel that cobra right into the ground. And when you are done, get that massage, dammit. And tell your kids to put their damn breakfast dishes in the damn dishwasher. You're not their servant!
Bast reminds us to give into pleasure and fun, and to remember that you can't wait around for fun to find you. You have to make it yourself.
Channel this goddess: when you need a break, when you need to relax and have fun. When you need to laugh.
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