There are two things I've fully accepted since embracing my Path; things that were learned in a magical context, but have been increasingly applied in mundane circumstances.
One: Don't hide. From myself, from others, from Truth, from culpability. Consequences are dire, perhaps even catastrophic.
Two: Not hiding means having the freedom to say "Hey, this isn't working out for me", rather than killing myself by spreading myself too thin and having the whole house of cards come tumbling down when my already-broken body gives out from the stress.
Choosing fourteen months ago to fan that tiny spark of witchiness into a conflagration of self-possession has inadvertently prompted me to let go of things, one by one, that I foolishly felt an obligation towards. People, places, things, commitments.
The lighter I feel, the more I break the self-imposed shackles...the more I am consumed by a single-minded compulsion to experience what this world- and all Other worlds- have to show me. My serpentine tendencies have been kept internal for so long, it will be curious indeed to witness how the world around me will handle the unleashing of those tendencies without warning.