Starstruck.
March 16 Horoscope: You have been swimming in the waters of your own emotions, but now you may be pulled up onto dry land. It’s time to act on your feelings, rather than just experiencing them. However your behavior could be restrained by old fears of rejection that swiftly come to the surface as you begin to swing into motion. Take a few breaths to honor your past and then push through the resistance. Whatever happens, you’ll be able to be proud of yourself for taking a chance and exposing your inner process.
Lately during my work lunch breaks, I’ve stepped away from the confines of my jail cubical cell and venture out for nourishment. Primarily because I’ve been way too manic to grocery shop and prep food per my usual routine and ordering from Subway Artists is much more convenient…but also because I literally need to “get away” & decompress stress coming from in and out of the office.
Yesterday afternoon I found myself sitting on the floor of Books-A-Million. My objective was to purchase the literary lashing book my counselor-to-be recommended in order to deal with the recent break-up. Literally every time I see the cover, I cringe. The title is so dreadful. I *hate* the word hate. [However, only a 1/3 of the way in, it has already given me more insight than I could have ever imagined — more on that in another entry].
While navigating through the self-help aisle [although I noticed it isn’t called that anymore, they now sub-categorize it into the less judgmental phrases such as “Relationships” “New Age” and “Psychology”] I got bottle-necked in the astrological signs section. A friend recently told me about the Birthday Book, which describes people’s personality traits based on the actual day they were born vs. an entire month.
Out of curiosity, I looked up my own & Mr. Ex’s anniversary of inception explanation. Then I scooped up a book on love signs…who is a compatible romantic match. This information didn’t come as a big shock, but our combined make-up was not that of Peanut Butter & Jelly; two opposing tastes & textures, but worked beautifully on the inside. We were more along the lines of sugar & spice…but it wasn’t nice.
Cancer [the crab] is my zodiac symbol, ruled by the moon, and for as long as I can remember…have always fit the description seamlessly like a pair of skinny-leg jeans — nurturing, sensitive on the inside but hard on the outside, maternal, intuitive, protective, sympathetic, loyal.
My issue with the Aquarius is they can be extremely independent, unemotional and detached. I think the word “freedom” was used in their profile about 89 times. Such was the case with my former long-term manfriend. His birth certificate didn’t include a given middle name… but if it did, that would’ve been the one.
As I embark through the long journey ahead to find my best match, I can’t help but wonder if planets & stars synergistically aligning really do somehow play a part in the overall state of companionship on Earth.
Guess that is one constellation pattern I’ve yet to uncover. Until I figure that out though, I’ll just continue admiring the sky winking back at me.
