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Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)
You may not believe that you are receiving the emotional support you want from close friends. You might get discouraged now, but it's really not a functional use of today's transit. Instead, observe the situation clearly, isolate anything that makes you feel unhappy, and share your feelings about it. The process may not begin smoothly, but it should bring about needed change.
Alright then. Share, I shall, mighty and wise Horoscope.
Restless. Impatient. Unsure. Intrigued. Frustrated. Intoxicated. Feminine. A little softer around the edges than I'd like to be.
That's what I'm feeling. On rotating cycles, yes, but it's all there.
I've finally figured out what my problem is. My attention span is entirely too short. Not to mention my need for the constant chase, the pursuit. God, what a rush that is. Being pursued, going after someone...it's just the most fun part of any relationship. I had a discussion fairly recently, and my friend, you are indeed correct. There is nothing in the world so thrilling, so intoxicating, as the budding stages of a relationship. Be it romantic or purely platonic, those precious beginning moments before you really start being your whole, uncensored self...it's an amazing thing.
Which I have found, is my problem. I'm not there anymore. I haven't been there in quite a while. And frankly, I miss it. This would typically be the part where my attention starts to wander, like the student in a classroom in the final moments of a class...if I could just get outside to play! But, then my conscience (or whatever that obnoxious little do-gooder up there wants to call itself) kicks in like the nun with the ruler. A good solid crack across the wrists, and I'm snapped back to attention, rigid in my chair, vigilant in my mission to pay attention. Damn, shouldn't have chosen the window seat. What a nice view that is...
I'm trying to tell myself that enjoying the view is enough to keep me satisfied...but it's like showing a person dying of thirst a bottle of cool, clear water, and telling her that she can't have a drink. Not an option.
I've determined that I'm ready to take the next step in my life.
The problem?
I haven't a clue what that particular step shall consist of. Take the safe, planned, secure route? Or jump headfirst into the empty pool and see where it gets me?
We shall see, I suppose.
You may not believe that you are receiving the emotional support you want from close friends. You might get discouraged now, but it's really not a functional use of today's transit. Instead, observe the situation clearly, isolate anything that makes you feel unhappy, and share your feelings about it. The process may not begin smoothly, but it should bring about needed change.
Alright then. Share, I shall, mighty and wise Horoscope.
Restless. Impatient. Unsure. Intrigued. Frustrated. Intoxicated. Feminine. A little softer around the edges than I'd like to be.
That's what I'm feeling. On rotating cycles, yes, but it's all there.
I've finally figured out what my problem is. My attention span is entirely too short. Not to mention my need for the constant chase, the pursuit. God, what a rush that is. Being pursued, going after someone...it's just the most fun part of any relationship. I had a discussion fairly recently, and my friend, you are indeed correct. There is nothing in the world so thrilling, so intoxicating, as the budding stages of a relationship. Be it romantic or purely platonic, those precious beginning moments before you really start being your whole, uncensored self...it's an amazing thing.
Which I have found, is my problem. I'm not there anymore. I haven't been there in quite a while. And frankly, I miss it. This would typically be the part where my attention starts to wander, like the student in a classroom in the final moments of a class...if I could just get outside to play! But, then my conscience (or whatever that obnoxious little do-gooder up there wants to call itself) kicks in like the nun with the ruler. A good solid crack across the wrists, and I'm snapped back to attention, rigid in my chair, vigilant in my mission to pay attention. Damn, shouldn't have chosen the window seat. What a nice view that is...
I'm trying to tell myself that enjoying the view is enough to keep me satisfied...but it's like showing a person dying of thirst a bottle of cool, clear water, and telling her that she can't have a drink. Not an option.
I've determined that I'm ready to take the next step in my life.
The problem?
I haven't a clue what that particular step shall consist of. Take the safe, planned, secure route? Or jump headfirst into the empty pool and see where it gets me?
We shall see, I suppose.