The world is conspiring to shower you with blessings
TAURUS: When the tide is coming in, the creek I live next to flows vigorously toward the south. When the tide's going out, the water reverses its course and heads swiftly north. Every day, there's an in-between time when the creek seems confused. Some currents creep south and others slink north, while here and there eddies whirl in circles. According to my understanding of the astrological omens, Taurus, you are temporarily in a phase that resembles my creek's time of contrary flows. It's a perfectly natural place to be.
I feel like this so very much, Uncle Rob. All the conflicting things going on all at once in all these different direction, and strangely, magically, miraculously, especially after this summer, nothing about it worries me. My heart goes one way, my soul goes another, my hands do this, my feet do that, and all the while I go on dancing, laughing, smiling, crying, doubting, loving, believe, and living my life as though this was the beauty of all.
I have so much to say I forget to (especially since there are a number of posts still waiting to be written up) but, perhaps, this the most for tonight. I finished working at Kraft last Friday, and I was so lacking in concern over the event, that this really is the first mention in my journal. But tomorrow morning, very early, I'm being sent to an interview. For a six-to-nine month temp job, that is eight-to-five, Monday to Friday, and tempt-to-hire.
I haven't much in the way of background for it, but Kelly was so impressed by Kraft's apparently overwhelmingly glowing review on me from the last seven weeks, that they're putting their neck out here and sending me. Because they're positive I could do the job, learn anything required and excel at it.
I wouldn't mind any happy thoughts in my direction tomorrow morning.
I feel like this so very much, Uncle Rob. All the conflicting things going on all at once in all these different direction, and strangely, magically, miraculously, especially after this summer, nothing about it worries me. My heart goes one way, my soul goes another, my hands do this, my feet do that, and all the while I go on dancing, laughing, smiling, crying, doubting, loving, believe, and living my life as though this was the beauty of all.
I have so much to say I forget to (especially since there are a number of posts still waiting to be written up) but, perhaps, this the most for tonight. I finished working at Kraft last Friday, and I was so lacking in concern over the event, that this really is the first mention in my journal. But tomorrow morning, very early, I'm being sent to an interview. For a six-to-nine month temp job, that is eight-to-five, Monday to Friday, and tempt-to-hire.
I haven't much in the way of background for it, but Kelly was so impressed by Kraft's apparently overwhelmingly glowing review on me from the last seven weeks, that they're putting their neck out here and sending me. Because they're positive I could do the job, learn anything required and excel at it.
I wouldn't mind any happy thoughts in my direction tomorrow morning.