Day 21 — My Soft Confession: The Fear Behind “The Other Shoe Will Drop”

Soft confessions are not easy to share, even when you’ve done enough healing work to name them out loud. They come from tender places. They come from the versions of us we protect the most. They come from wounds that no longer bleed but still ache when touched. Today’s prompt moves straight into that tender place.

My soft confession is this:
When I am at my worst — my most anxious, my most overwhelmed — I brace myself for bad things to happen.

I do not mean this in a dramatic, catastrophic way. I mean it in a patterned, conditioned, deeply ingrained way. It is the quiet expectation that joy has an expiration date. The subtle fear that peace is temporary. The instinct to prepare myself emotionally in case life decides to pivot sharply and take something away.

It is the mental whisper:
“When will the other shoe drop?”

This mindset didn’t appear out of nowhere. It didn’t build itself in a vacuum. It grew out of lived experiences, of survival instincts, of trauma responses, of watching stability turn unstable more times than I could count. It grew from rhythms I adapted to without realizing it, cycles of uncertainty that shaped my body and spirit long before I understood what anxiety was.

Growing up between cultures, in spaces that required toughness, responsibility, and resilience, I learned early on that good moments often came with shadows. Peace was often followed by disruption. Happiness felt fragile. Safety felt conditional. So my nervous system learned to stay alert, even when I didn’t want it to.

It was not pessimism.
It was preparation.

But preparation becomes fear when it never turns off.

For a long time, this mindset guided how I moved through the world. If something good happened, I waited for the balance, the moment life would swing the pendulum back. If something went right, I scanned for what might go wrong. If I experienced a stretch of calm days, a part of me braced for the impact of something unexpected.

This is not an easy thing to admit.
Especially as someone who has learned, slowly, intentionally, painfully, to embrace softness again.
Especially as someone who writes stories about healing, courage, and reclaiming magic.
Especially as someone who is actively trying to rise out of survival mode and into something more spacious and gentle.

The good news is that I am not as ruled by this mindset as I used to be.
Therapy helped.
Self-awareness helped.
Spirituality helped.
Taking deeper care of my nervous system helped.
The soft bruja challenge itself is part of my healing.

But even now, the old pattern shows up when I am most stressed or anxious.
That is the moment when the voice inside me, the one shaped by years of emotional bracing, tries to step forward again.
It tells me to prepare.
It tells me to expect loss.
It tells me to tighten my heart just in case.

And that is when my healing work kicks in.

Instead of letting that voice run wild, I meet it.
I name it.
I breathe into it.
I challenge it.
I remind myself:

Good things don’t have to be balanced with suffering.
Joy is not suspicious.
Peace is not a threat.
Life is not waiting to punish me for being happy.

I also remind myself of the emotional truth I’ve learned over time:
The shoe dropping isn’t destiny, it’s actually hypervigilance.
It’s my nervous system trying to protect me from disappointment.
It’s little-me, the child version of myself, trying to keep me safe the only way she knew how.

And she deserves compassion, not shame.

Now, when I feel myself bracing, I use grounding rituals:
A deep breath.
A hand on my heart.
An affirmation.
A lavender candle.
A tarot pull for reassurance.
A moment outside under the moon.
A reminder that I have survived everything life threw at me and still rose.

I’ve also noticed that when I am truly overwhelmed, the fear of the other shoe dropping is not actually about the future. It’s exhaustion plain and simple. It’s the part of me that needs rest, but instead tries to predict disaster. It is a signal that I need to pause, tend to myself, and ground my spirit.

Sharing this confession is vulnerable because it reveals a part of me that is still healing. But vulnerability is also medicine. Naming what scares us takes away its power. Naming what we’re working through reminds us, and others, that softness and strength can coexist.

I am not ashamed of this confession.
It is an honest reflection of where I’ve been and where I am going.

And the truth is this:
I am better now.
I catch the pattern more quickly.
I interrupt it more gently.
I remind myself more confidently that joy is not dangerous.
I choose softness more intentionally.

Yes, the fear still rises sometimes.
But I no longer let it steer me.
I hold it.
I breathe with it.
I speak to it.
I shrink its influence little by little, day by day.

And that is what healing looks like, not perfection, but awareness.

So here is my soft confession:
I still brace for the shoe to drop.
But now, when it feels like it’s falling, I remind myself:
I am safe.
I am capable.
I am healing.
I am allowed to trust joy.
And not every sound is a shoe.

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Day 19 — The Hobbies That Fill My Love Bucket: Tarot & Honoring the Moon

There are hobbies that pass the time, and then there are hobbies that pour something back into you. Hobbies that refill what the world drains out. Hobbies that feel like coming home to yourself. For me, the two practices that fill my love bucket, emotionally, spiritually, and intuitively, are reading tarot and honoring the moon.

These two rituals sit at the center of my soft bruja practice. They are grounding, clarifying, and deeply connected to the way my body and spirit move through the world. They remind me that I am not alone in my intuition, my cycles, or my emotions. They help me understand myself in a way nothing else does.

Tarot: My Mirror, My Guide, My Clarifier

Tarot is not about telling the future for me.
It is about revealing the present.

It’s about listening to the parts of myself I spend all day ignoring: the whispers, the gut feelings, the quiet truths underneath the noise. Tarot is a conversation between my spirit and my awareness. Every card is a reflection. A nudge. A reminder. A question. A key.

What I love most about tarot is how honest it is.
It doesn’t sugarcoat.
It doesn’t lie to make you comfortable.
It doesn’t flatter.
It doesn’t rush you.
It simply shows you what is there, whether you’re ready to see it or not.

That honesty has been a lifeline during times when my emotions felt tangled, when anxiety made it hard to think clearly, or when a decision felt too heavy to make alone. Tarot helps me interpret my own intuition, especially on days where fear tries to drown it out.

Tarot gives me:

• clarity, when my mind is noisy
• validation, when I feel unsure
• comfort, when I feel overwhelmed
• direction, when I feel lost
• a spiritual check-in, when I need grounding

Some spreads hit me so deeply that I sit with them for days. Others give me tiny answers that shift my whole mood. Tarot reminds me of my power by returning me to myself.

It is a devotion to hearing the truth, softly.

Honoring the Moon: Working With Her, Not Against Her

Just like me, and like my menstrual cycle, the moon has phases.

And each phase has its own energy.
It’s own emotional rhythm.
Its own sacred pull.

I feel these shifts clearly in my body. Some moons make me reflective. Some make me creative. Some make me restless. Some make me deeply calm. Over the years, I’ve learned that my spirit is not random. It is responsive. My energy often mirrors the moon’s cycle more than anything else.

So I honor her phases, not because I am trying to perform witchcraft perfectly, but because my body moves with her.

• During the new moon, I feel inward and quiet. I rest and reevaluate.
• During the waxing moon, I feel openings, creativity, momentum.
• During the full moon, emotions intensify and clarity rises to the surface.
• During the waning moon, I release what is heavy and prepare to start again.

My rituals change depending on what season of life I’m in. Sometimes honoring the moon means pulling a lunar-themed tarot spread. Sometimes it means praying. Sometimes it means journaling. Sometimes it means simply acknowledging her presence when I step outside at night.

There is no pressure. No performance.
Just awareness, attunement, and respect.

The Body-Spirit Connection

One thing I became aware of as I grew deeper into myself is how much the moon’s phases influence my physical and emotional sense of stability. I can feel when a full moon is near because something in my energy heightens, not in a chaotic way, but in an alert, observant way.

I can feel when the moon wanes because my spirit starts letting go of things I didn’t realize I was gripping tightly. I can feel when a new moon approaches because my intuition gets quieter, wanting rest and reflection.

Listening to my body has become a form of spiritual practice.

I ask:

• What do I need today?
• What emotion is rising?
• What is the moon doing, and how is that mirroring my own state?
• How can I work with this instead of against it?

The more I listen, the more aligned I feel.

How Tarot & the Moon Work Together

Both tarot and the moon help me understand my inner world.

Tarot shows me what is happening inside me.
The moon shows me when to act on it.

When a tarot reading reveals a message about release, and the moon is waning, it clicks. When a reading calls for intention and the new moon is approaching, it syncs. When a reading encourages expansion and the moon is waxing, I follow that flow.

These two practices make me feel spiritually supported. They remind me that cycles are natural. That change is natural. That clarity comes in waves. And that healing is not linear. It is lunar.

Why These Hobbies Fill My Love Bucket

Because they bring me:

• comfort
• clarity
• connection
• peace
• self-trust
• spiritual grounding

They refill me when the world drains me. They give me guidance when life feels confusing. They remind me that my intuition is valid. They help me honor my inner rhythms instead of fighting them.

Tarot and the moon do not demand perfection.
They ask for presence.

And that is why they will always be part of my soft bruja journey.

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Day 16 — My Favorite Mug: The Girl Boss Mug That Reminds Me Who I Am

There are objects we own because they are practical, and then there are objects we keep because they hold something deeper. Something emotional. Something spiritual. Something that reminds us of the version of ourselves we are constantly becoming.

For me, that object is a mug.
A white and pink mug with bold gold lettering that says: Girl Boss.

It was my husband who spotted it first. We were at Marshall’s, walking through the home goods aisle, and he held it up with this little grin as if he already knew exactly what it would mean to me. I remember laughing when I saw it, because it felt so on-brand. So me. So unapologetically affirming. I didn’t buy it because I needed another mug. I bought it because something inside me said, “You’re going to need this.”

And I did.

The Girl Boss mug is not about hustle culture or capitalism or being busy for the sake of productivity. It is not about projecting strength 24/7 or pretending I have it all figured out. It is much more personal than that. For me, the phrase is spiritual. Emotional. A grounding reminder. A talisman of empowerment disguised as something ordinary.

There are days when I feel strong. Days when I feel aligned. Days when my bruja energy is intact, my spirit is centered, and I remember exactly who I am and what I am capable of. On those days, drinking from the mug feels like celebration.

But there are also days when I feel the exact opposite.

Days when I am overwhelmed.
Days when anxiety sits too close.
Days when my self-doubt gets loud.
Days when life hits harder than expected.
Days when I feel tired in places I cannot name.
Days when the version of me who is powerful feels distant.

On those days, the Girl Boss mug becomes something else entirely.
It becomes a reminder.

A reminder that I have survived worse.
A reminder that I have risen from things that were supposed to break me.
A reminder that even when I feel small, the core of me is still strong.
A reminder that my softness and my power coexist.

This is why, when I returned to El Paso and settled back into my routine, I moved the mug to my bedside table. It was an intuitive choice, an emotional one, a small shift that felt significant. Now, every night before bed, I drink water from it as I take my medication. It has become part of my nighttime ritual, part of the way I close my day with intention.

There is something about ending the night with water — the symbol of cleansing, release, and renewal — held in a mug that reminds me of who I am. It is a gentle ritual of empowerment. A pairing of softness and courage. A practice of meeting myself with compassion and truth.

Some nights I pick up the mug and stare at the words for a moment longer than usual. On those nights, I am not just reading a phrase. I am speaking to myself. I am mothering myself. I am coaching myself the way a good trainer hypes up a boxer before a fight.

You are strong.
You are capable.
You are resilient.
You are evolving.
You are that girl — even when you forget.

It is amazing how something as simple as a mug can hold so much emotional weight, but that is the beauty of ritual objects. They become charged with meaning. They become extensions of our inner worlds. They hold reminders, affirmations, and energy that we return to over and over again.

In my soft bruja practice, I believe in using what feels aligned, not what looks stereotypically witchy. And for me, this mug is part of my magic. It empowers me. Grounds me. Comforts me. It fits into my spiritual lifestyle the way crystals, herbs, and tarot do — not through tradition, but through intention.

To anyone else, it is just a mug.
To me, it is a daily affirmation in gold letters.

It is the reminder that even on my weakest days, I am still powerful.
It is the reminder that I am still the author of my life, my story, my path.
It is the reminder that I continue to build, grow, and become — even when the world feels heavy.

One day, when my new reading and writing nook is built, this mug will sit on the little side table next to my chair. It will be part of my creative ritual, part of my grounding ritual, part of the energy I bring into my storytelling.

For now, it sits beside my bed like a quiet guardian — a daily reminder that strength doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers through everyday objects. Sometimes it glows softly in gold letters. Sometimes it greets you at night, right before you close your eyes.

And sometimes, strength looks like taking a sip of water and remembering:
You are powerful. Even here. Even now.

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Day 13: My Favorite Witchy Song — “Brujas” by Princess Nokia

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Day 12: An Empowering Mantra — You Are Power Incarnate

There are moments in life when strength does not feel like strength.
Moments when your spirit feels tired.
Moments when the weight of everything you carry makes your chest tight.
Moments when you feel trapped in a situation with no clear exit.
Moments when you question yourself more than you trust yourself.

And in those moments, I remind myself:

You are power incarnate.

This mantra is not about being fearless or invincible or unshaken by life. I am human. I feel things deeply. I get overwhelmed. I doubt myself. I flinch when life hits too hard. But beneath all that softness is a core that has survived every version of me. A version that fought through things quietly, privately, consistently.

That is where this mantra comes from.

Because even when I forget it, I am powerful.
Even when life scares me, my spirit is stronger.
Even when I feel cornered, I always find a way out.
Even when my hands feel tied, my mind is still sharp.
Even when I want to give up, something inside me refuses.

This mantra is a reminder of that self.
The self that has walked through fire and come out with stories.
The self that has cried and kept going.
The self that has healed wounds that no one else knows about.
The self that has faced fear and still moved.
The self that refuses to die inside even when the world tries it.

“You are power incarnate” is the pep talk I give myself when I am standing in my metaphorical corner of the boxing ring. When the bell is about to ring and life is stepping back in. When the next round feels impossible. When the blows from the last round are still aching.

It is that moment when the coach looks at the boxer—bruised, sweating, exhausted—and still says,
You got this. You’re stronger than you think. Get back in there.

Except the coach is me.
For me.

This mantra recharges me.
It reconnects me to my resilience.
It reminds me that the version of me who got through everything before is still here.
It reminds me that I am not powerless even when I feel powerless.
It reminds me that I am capable of more than my fear wants me to believe.
It reminds me that my magic does not disappear just because I am tired.

And honestly? It’s the mantra I needed as a young girl, long before I ever knew the word “bruja.” Long before I understood my strength. Long before I realized that softness and power can live in the same body.

So I tell myself now, loudly and unapologetically:

You are power incarnate.
You have always been power incarnate.
And you will always be power incarnate.

This is my recharge.
My armor.
My reminder.
My spell.

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Day 11: My One-Word Spell — Clarify

Some spells don’t need candles, herbs, or long incantations.
Some spells are simple. Soft. Direct.
Some spells are just a single word spoken with intention.

For me, that word is clarify.

I am the type of person who sometimes moves faster than she should. My mind tries to solve everything at once. My anxiety wants answers before I even finish asking the questions. My spirit starts jumping ahead while my body is still standing in place. And when I move that fast, things get blurry. Details slip. Emotions tangle. I miss the obvious because my thoughts are running marathons.

So I started working with a one-word spell — a word that grounds me, slows me down, and helps me see the full picture instead of reacting to the first thing in front of me.

Clarify.
To clear what is foggy.
To reveal what is hidden.
To calm what is chaotic.
To understand what is confusing.

When I whisper this word, I can feel my spirit soften. It is like telling my brain, “Pause. Breathe. Let me see what I need to see.” This single word becomes a signal for everything inside me to slow down and fall into alignment again.

Sometimes I repeat it out loud.
Sometimes I say it in my mind.
Sometimes I write it on a scrap of paper.
Sometimes I hold it in my heart.

But my favorite ritual is when I speak it before sleep.

There is something powerful about asking for clarity right before surrendering to rest. I will go to bed thinking on this word and trusting that my spirit will do the sorting while my body sleeps. And almost every time, I wake up with a spark of understanding. A softened truth. A direction. A gut feeling that clicks into place.

An a-ha moment.

Clarify is not a spell to force answers.
It is a spell to invite them.
A spell that says, “Show me what I missed. Show me what I need. Show me the truth.”

And clarity always comes.
Maybe not instantly.
Maybe not dramatically.
But gently. Softly. Quietly.
Like mist lifting from a morning field.

This word has saved me from spiraling.
It has saved me from reacting when I needed to observe.
It has saved me from assuming the worst.
It has saved me from my own anxious urgency.

Clarify helps me return to myself.
It helps me move with intention instead of fear.
It helps me trust that answers will come when I am ready to receive them.

One-word spells are powerful because they carry pure intention without distraction.
They bring your focus back.
They sharpen your intuition.
They call your spirit into stillness.

And for a soft bruja like me, clarity is magic.

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Day 10: My Go-To Crystal — Citrine, The Light I Chose on Purpose

For a long time, I didn’t understand crystals beyond “oh, that’s pretty.” But then I discovered citrine — the bright, warm, sun-kissed stone known as the “happy” crystal — and something clicked. The moment I learned what it represented, I said, “Give me. I need that. Immediately.”

Citrine is all about joy, positivity, abundance, and shifting energy. It is the crystal of choosing light. Choosing optimism. Choosing softness. Choosing hope. And if I’m being completely honest, I needed every single one of those things.

Because I like to joke that I am a recovering pessimist.

For most of my life, I lived with a glass-half-empty mindset. Not in a dramatic way, but in a survival way. I always expected the shoe to drop. If I had too many good days in a row, I would start looking over my shoulder like, “Okay, what’s coming?” If something good happened, I braced myself for something bad to balance it out. I lived in a constant state of emotional preparation.

And it was exhausting y’all!

It took therapy, reflection, and witchcraft for me to understand that this mindset was not protecting me. It was harming me. It was keeping me small. It was attracting people and situations that matched that negativity. It was feeding the parts of me that believed I didn’t deserve joy without consequences.

Once I realized that, I knew I had to change something.

And that is when citrine entered my life.

This little crystal became a physical reminder that happiness is not suspicious. Joy is not a threat. Peace does not have to be earned by suffering first. Good days do not mean bad things are around the corner. And most importantly, energy flows where attention goes.

If I kept expecting things to fall apart, my spirit would keep searching for proof.
But if I trained my mind to look for light, my spirit would follow that too.

Citrine taught me that mindset is magic.

Holding it, meditating with it, or simply having it near me became a small ritual of shifting my perspective. Not to toxic positivity, but to balanced reality. Understanding that both good and bad days are on rotation, and neither defines me. Understanding that life is cycles, not punishments. Understanding that joy is allowed to stay.

Citrine helped me soften the part of me that expected disappointment.
It helped me breathe easier.
It helped me open my heart a little more.
It helped me trust myself again.

This crystal was never about fixing my problems.
It was about reminding me that I deserve happiness even while I’m healing.
It was about teaching me that fear and joy can coexist without canceling each other out.
It was about helping me unlearn the belief that peace is temporary.

Now, whenever I look at citrine’s warm glow, I hear it whisper:
“You’re allowed to be happy. You’re allowed to trust the moment you’re in. You’re allowed to believe good things can last.”

And honestly? That alone is magic.

You can read a little bit more about citrine here.

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