Curessed.
Cursed + Blessed.
Or, alternately, a curse that turns into a blessing.
Yes, I did just make that up. I'm sure there's a word, probably in German, that perfectly sums up this concept, but English is sorely lacking.
This is my life. It's what I do. Or at least what I endeavor to do. I'm the good witch who comes along at the last minute after the curse has been cast and says, "While I cannot undo the curse, for once a curse is cast it can never be un-cast, perhaps I can...help...". And then something shifts and suddenly, even though spindle has pricked finger, it's sleep, not death.
I do this most often in my own life. Sometimes, on a good day, I can also manage it with someone else.
This, then, is the theme of this blog. Yeah, I know, EVERYBODY has a blog. Blah, blah, blah. Why would anyone want to read someone else's babbling? Meh, maybe no on will. But I've gotten out of the habit of writing, and I miss it. This is as much for me as it is for you, probably more so. I'm selfish that way. It's one of my curses.
Let's see what I can turn that into.
