Saturn returns
Not really, not for me, not yet anyhow. Technically. But if I were to choose a brand representative for the last decade plus, it would definitely be the gimlet eyed and haggard traveller, the one who oversees the work of the temple, the hierophant hisself.
It's been a grind. Every aspect of my life that I hadn't really worked for, that's gone. Every illusion (well, quite a lot of them) I had about myself and my place in this world, gone. Been out of work since before my eldest was born. All my relationships built upon less than solid foundations have sloughed away, leaving me friendless outside the immediate circle of family. All the accumulated masks, falsehoods, self-deceit, gone or on fire and shedding ash as I sit.
It's been a wholesale reevaluation, a stark encounter with naked truths. All the things I had been holding on to as a sort of symbol of who I thought I was have been shown to be mere wrack and ruin, not even fit for a rag and bone shop. And it's been a shite ton of work to clear it out, but the work still isn't done and I swear the number of skeletons, ghosts, goblins, bugbears, and demons hanging about is still substantial. Enlightenment? I call it endarkenment - bringing what was in darkness into the light, offering it some tea, and going through an exit interview. Or at least a brand satisfaction quiz.