As much as it sounds ridiculous (it even does to me), the 1996 film “The Craft” changed my life.
How? The film introduced me to what was, for me, a foreign concept – Witchcraft – and while I was only about 10 or 11 at the time I saw this film, I was urged to find out more. Of course it started out with me wanting to be like the girls in the film, changing my eye colour or hair style just through spells, but the more research I did, the more I found out about Witchcraft and, in turn, I found there was a whole religion called Wicca. This was where my journey into Paganism began, and as I got older and discovered more and more, I felt like I was home. There was a huge wave of calm wash over me, I’d found my calling, I’d found my place, and (as much as I hate to use the term) I’d found my label. When people asked me what religion I was, I could answer them without hesitation.
I am Pagan, and my journey started just through watching a simple (somewhat cheesy) film.
There’ve been other films that have have profound effects on my life – The Shawshank Redemption, Shutter Island, Mississippi Burning. But I think The Craft is the one that has changed me.
Physically: My weight. I’ve always struggled with my weight. I got on the scales today and realised I’ve put on over 3kg this Winter, which is not good. I’ve been lazy and unmotivated, tired and busy with work.
I have decided, though, that I will try – at least try – to get a 30+ minute walk in every day. I think I owe it to Sadie (our puppy) who needs the daily exercise but since we both work full-time 5 days a week, we’re just not feeling like going out every day after working all day.
For the first time, though, I’ve noticed the changes that have happened to me as I’ve gained this weight back on. I’m more lethargic, I’m feeling nauseous a lot, and I’m out of breath a lot too. My heart has been palpitating, which is NOT good, and my hips hurt from carrying the extra weight. I’ve never before noticed the physical changes, even when I was a lot bigger than what I am now. It’s motivating enough to want to change it back to the way things were.
Mentally: My attitude. I turn into a righteous bitch at the best of times, and I really need to get that out of my system. I’m not a teenager or a child any more, I’m a grown woman with responsibilities and I need to quit it with my childish attitude. It doesn’t help that occasionally Michael or family will treat me like a child (you treat me like a child, I’ll act like one), but I’m not blaming them at all – ultimately it’s my behaviour and I’m the one who has to change that.
So yeah, that’ll do 
End poverty. Full stop. End of story.
If people shared their money equally around the world – particularly those who have more than enough money to cover the essentials – no-one would go hungry. Yet we have people dying simply for the fact that they cannot afford food, cannot afford to produce food and cannot afford health care.
I don’t really think I can say much more than that. It makes sense to me that if the world’s wealth was shared around, no-one would be in the crisis that some people in African and Asian countries are right now.
Wow what a question. I don’t really have a dream – I’m pretty cruisey – so I guess I’ve already achieved what I wanted.
The only thing missing from my life right now is having a baby, and I don’t think that’s a dream of mine, that’s just something I’d like to do. It would definitely change my life, but not in the sense of enlightenment or anything.
So I think I’m going to completely cop-out on this question and not answer it, simply because my life is pretty darn good right now
