I’m Teareny Maybe because I change my mind like I change my socks.
Sometimes more often, depending on the day.
I’m Teareny because it’s a softer form of Tyranny… power without the need to dominate. (Also, because AI can pronounce it. 🤣)
I’m Maybe because I don’t trust absolutes. Including my own.
If I had to name my alignment, it would be chaotic neutral. Sometimes chaotic good. Occasionally… let’s be honest… chaotic evil. But always chaotic. Always curious. Always adjusting.
This space exists because I need somewhere I’m allowed to be all of that without pretending I have it all figured out.
Let’s get a few things out of the way early.
This is not a guide.
This is not the way.
This is not an attempt to tell anyone how to live, what to believe, or who to be.
I don’t do gatekeeping. I don’t do absolutes. I don’t believe there’s one right way to be spiritual (or one wrong way, either.) If that’s what you’re looking for, this probably isn’t your place.
I’m also definitely not here to recruit anyone into devil worship (still unclear why that’s always the assumption 🤔), and I don’t hate Christians or anyone else walking their own path.
What I am doing is documenting what happens when I pay attention and walk mine.
For me, witchcraft isn’t dramatic. It’s not impressive. It’s not aesthetic first.
Most days it looks like:
- breathing on purpose
- slowing down when everything wants me to rush
- filling the house with cinnamon or incense
- choosing comfort over productivity
- regulating my nervous system instead of forcing “intention”
It’s sensory. It’s bodily. It’s quiet.
And sometimes it works even when I don’t fully believe in it… which, frankly, surprised me.
Prayer. Meditation. Yoga. Hula hooping. Rhythm. Repetition.
I used to roll my eyes at half of this. Now I’m paying attention to what happens when I try things instead of arguing with them in my head.
This practice exists inside real constraints.
Corporate life.
Co-parenting.
Choosing not to impose my beliefs on my kids while still letting myself have them.
An ex I have to navigate carefully.
A body that gets tired. A mind that spirals. Old voices from past trauma that love to narrate from the background.
So my practice got slower. Less impressive. More comfortable. More honest.
I stopped trying to be spiritual and started trying to feel regulated.
If there’s an invitation here, it’s not “follow me.”
It’s this:
Stop judging yourself on behalf of other people.
Stop assuming you know what everyone thinks of you.
Stop letting old, inherited, trauma-shaped voices run the show.
You don’t need to prove anything to practice paying attention.
I’ll be honest… I might change my mind about sharing this part of myself publicly. I already feel a little unhinged for doing it.
But I care more about authenticity than comfort, and more about resonance than approval.
If this speaks to you…
if it makes you feel less alone in your own strange, sincere, imperfect practice…
then I’m glad you’re here.
If not, that’s okay too.
This is just one witch’s journey.
It’s allowed to evolve.
And it’s allowed to be a maybe.
Teareny Maybe 
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