Transmission from the Glitchstream – File 002: Confessions of a Scanner Witch

 Let’s get one thing out of the way up front:

I don’t have a niche.
I have an ecosystem.
A rotating constellation of obsessions that orbit me like cursed planets with glitter trails and abandonment issues.

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I used to think this was a problem. Still do, on my worst days. The world is wired for people who pick a lane, stay in it, and monetize it by Q2.

But me? I want to write.
Then I want to design a tarot deck.
Then I want to research medieval poisons.
Then I want to open a craft shop.
Then I want to go feral in the woods with a crochet hook and a bone crown.

And maybe later, I want to do none of those things. Or all of them again in a different order.

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There’s a word for people like us—scanners.
Barbara Sher coined it. It’s not a diagnosis. It’s a description.

Scanners are the multi-passionate, the endlessly curious, the chronically pivoting creative goblins who don’t just think outside the box—we forget the box exists halfway through building a shrine to it.

And being a scanner witch? That’s a special kind of spellwork.

It means:

• Crafting rituals that change with the moon and your mood.

• Learning fast, burning bright, and walking away mid-project because your soul whispered “next.”

• Creating chaos that doesn’t want to be organized, only honored.

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Here’s what no one tells you:

You’re not flakey.
You’re not broken.
You’re not “doing life wrong.”

You’re just wired for exploration, not repetition.
Your gift is breadth. Not just depth.
And yes, it can be exhausting—especially in a world that treats consistency like a moral virtue.

But you’re not here to be consistent.
You’re here to be constellational.

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I’m learning to stop apologizing for the trail of half-finished brilliance behind me.
Each one was a portal. A phase. A flame.
And maybe not every idea has to be monetized, finished, or turned into content.

Maybe it’s okay to dabble deeply.

To bewitch briefly.
To shapeshift unapologetically.
To leave things unfinished—and still count them as sacred.

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If you’re a scanner witch too, you’re not alone.
You’re not chaotic—you’re complex.
You’re not scattered—you’re sprawling.
And you’re not behind—you’re spiraling forward in your own strange orbit.

More power to you, my fellow multidimensional mess.

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⚡️ Final Glitch Before the Portal Closes

To all my shapeshifting scanner witches: May your curiosity stay wild, your guilt stay banished, and your unfinished projects rest peacefully in the sacred graveyard of “not right now.”