Fat Witch Thoughts at the Beach

I went to the ocean last week asking for cleansing, and was pushed in the direction of fun just for fun's sake. The pressure of capitalism has me feeling like every single fucking thing I do has to be for a ~reason~, but mindful moments of joy are reason enough, and supports my wellbeing in ways that "productive" self-care does not. Sometimes the magick is just in the moment, ya know?