Confessions of a Spell Casting Mess

“Confessions of a Spell-Casting Mess”

By your favorite half-organized, full-powered witch

Let’s talk about the very real struggle of being a witch with a chaotic altar, missing herbs, and a black cat who thinks every ritual is about him.

This morning, I tried to set up a nice little spell for clarity. Nothing fancy—just a candle, some lavender, a drop of oil, maybe a whispered chant. You know what I ended up with?

A candle that wouldn’t light.

A spoonful of cinnamon instead of lavender (whoops).

And a cat that sat directly on the sigil like he summoned it.

And did I still do the spell?

Yes.

Did it still work?

Also yes.

Did I remember why I was doing it halfway through?

…Not really, but my kitchen smells amazing.

Being a witch isn’t about perfection. It’s about power, persistence, and occasionally yelling, “WHERE’S MY BLACK SALT?!” like a banshee with a grocery list.

So if your spells are messy, your tools are scattered, and your grimoire has coffee stains—welcome. You’re one of us.

And trust me, half the majick is just showing up anyway.

Now go charge your crystals, stir your potion (or coffee), and laugh your way through the chaos.

Because we are witches. And we’re fabulous even when we’re covered in candle wax and cat fur.

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