Are you an ant and never a grasshopper? Are you so busying doing what you should do that you never do what you want to do? If so, then the goddess for you is Bast.
Like our last goddess she is an Egyptian of the feline persuasion. She has the body of a woman and the head of a cat. She used to have the head of a lion and rule over the sun, but, alas, in a disturbing power struggle, she got saddled with the mere moon and her head was literally downsized. But there is no use mewing over spilt milk. You can move on or you can wallow, and Bast doesn't wallow. Bast plays. She has a good time. She knows that in a world of shoulds and oughts and musts, fun and pleasure are the weapons of revolutionaries. Gods and man may take your mane, but they sure as hell can't take your moxie. Only you can sacrifice that. Don't do it. Don't "find time" to do the things you want. Take time. Steal time. Kill the shoulds. Drown them in bubble baths. Bury them under good books. Stitch them up with colorful embroidery floss and then burn them with those little creme brulee torches. Be like Bast. Stick it to the man. Play.
Channel this goddess: when overwhelmed by errands, laundry, dirty dishes and that little voice in your head that always tells you to work harder, go faster, get more done. The clock is ticking. Don't waste it pushing a vacuum.
Petrea: This one is for you.
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