I’ve Always Known I Was Different

I’ve always known I was different.

What I didn’t always know—at least not consciously—was that I’ve been a witch all along.

I’ll be honest, there’s a quiet ache in me for not recognizing this truth sooner. I didn’t come into this knowing until I was in my 50s, and now it feels like I’m making up for lost time. My mind is constantly whispering learn this, learn that—and some days, it shouts.

I feel called to so much: astrology and birth charts, spellwork and herbalism, crystals and candles, sigils and divination. The natural world, folklore, mythology, gods and goddesses, Paganism, the Wheel of the Year… the list is ever-growing, ever-pulling at my heart.

It’s beautiful—but also overwhelming.

There’s so much to learn, and my soul only has so much space at once. I’ve realized I need to take things at the pace my spirit allows. If I try to dive headfirst into everything, I won’t remember a thing. I’ll burn out before I bloom.

I’ve started with a little of this and that, letting curiosity and intuition be my guide. Still, I often find myself wishing I had a mentor—someone to gently help me sort through all the paths, someone to say start here, then gently wander there.

Until that person comes along, I’m listening inward. And I’m trusting that the right lessons will rise to meet me when I’m ready.

To those who’ve walked this path longer than I have—have you explored any of the things I’ve mentioned? Are there pieces of wisdom you wish someone had shared with you when you were just beginning? I’d love to hear your tips or even just your reflections.

For now, I’ll keep learning in the way my heart knows best: rooted in wonder, gently unfolding.

Blessed Be,

Bobbi Ann