Great Horoscope!
This week's 'scope, courtesy of Astrobarry.com:
Show 'em all what an earnest, zestful love of life looks like, Sagittarius. I have not forgotten that, just a couple weeks back, I reported you were moving through a 'turning of emotional seasons'. And whether that turn made you mildly or more markedly moody, for a relatively shorter or longer time, let's take one giant step back and look at the scene again. Between 1995 and 2008, you contended with Pluto weighing down your sign, bringing its demons and embroilments and brutal realizations… all so that, on the other end, you'd be a more powerful, purposeful and integrated individual. (It worked, didn't it?) From where you stand now, then, you have survived much worse than anything you're presently facing (or, if it really is that bad right now, you are in far greater company than at any time in recent history). Not only did you survive, you did so with a spring still in your step and plenty of wisecracks still stored in your cheeks. Please, oh please, celebrate life. When you are actually enjoying the thing you're doing, your enthusiasm is unbelievably contagious-and bears the power to torch your own bad moods to dust. Put your own enjoyment near the top of your priority list, for the week ahead and the several following, along with whatever bummer jobs might be getting you down. Then, multi-task, alternating yuck-yuck with fun-fun. As long as you don't spend too much cash, you're all good.
Wolfling was born in the last days of 1995. During the subsequent years I finished my MA, got divorced, went through the launch and shut-down of the rocket company (the only job I've ever truly loved), had my gallbladder removed, spent a year in a 24/7 D/s relationship as a sub, spent the next five years deliberately celibate, spent years in less-than-great jobs, struggled with Miss V, went through the painful breakdown of my gaming group, moved into the basement of the duplex, started and left seminary, had the Ex's SO and her kids move in upstairs, went through the drama of his goddaughter and her psycho boyfriend, fell in love unexpectedly with Lee and Lohain, had them as partners for a year and then went through the pain of Lohain's death and the transformation of my relationship with Lee, got a new job here at MyCo, moved out of the basement, started my priestess training, had a breast cancer scare, moved again. . .
A couple of nights ago I made a post in which I asked "When did I get this strong?" Probably since 1995. . .
Show 'em all what an earnest, zestful love of life looks like, Sagittarius. I have not forgotten that, just a couple weeks back, I reported you were moving through a 'turning of emotional seasons'. And whether that turn made you mildly or more markedly moody, for a relatively shorter or longer time, let's take one giant step back and look at the scene again. Between 1995 and 2008, you contended with Pluto weighing down your sign, bringing its demons and embroilments and brutal realizations… all so that, on the other end, you'd be a more powerful, purposeful and integrated individual. (It worked, didn't it?) From where you stand now, then, you have survived much worse than anything you're presently facing (or, if it really is that bad right now, you are in far greater company than at any time in recent history). Not only did you survive, you did so with a spring still in your step and plenty of wisecracks still stored in your cheeks. Please, oh please, celebrate life. When you are actually enjoying the thing you're doing, your enthusiasm is unbelievably contagious-and bears the power to torch your own bad moods to dust. Put your own enjoyment near the top of your priority list, for the week ahead and the several following, along with whatever bummer jobs might be getting you down. Then, multi-task, alternating yuck-yuck with fun-fun. As long as you don't spend too much cash, you're all good.
Wolfling was born in the last days of 1995. During the subsequent years I finished my MA, got divorced, went through the launch and shut-down of the rocket company (the only job I've ever truly loved), had my gallbladder removed, spent a year in a 24/7 D/s relationship as a sub, spent the next five years deliberately celibate, spent years in less-than-great jobs, struggled with Miss V, went through the painful breakdown of my gaming group, moved into the basement of the duplex, started and left seminary, had the Ex's SO and her kids move in upstairs, went through the drama of his goddaughter and her psycho boyfriend, fell in love unexpectedly with Lee and Lohain, had them as partners for a year and then went through the pain of Lohain's death and the transformation of my relationship with Lee, got a new job here at MyCo, moved out of the basement, started my priestess training, had a breast cancer scare, moved again. . .
A couple of nights ago I made a post in which I asked "When did I get this strong?" Probably since 1995. . .