Thursday, January 13
If you were a musician, dear Pisces, what would you do if someone took away your instrument and you were forced to invent your own? That is just how you might feel today. It may feel as if someone has taken your beloved art away from you, which may seem quite unfair. But that is just what this day is trying to teach you. Do not confuse the tools you use with the way you use them... and don't confuse your capabilities with your feelings.
What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?
Is that an actual question? Is my computer at work going to crash? Am I going to break my fingers? AAAACK! Will I have to code my stuff using binary aztek knot patterns? Will I have to do my graphic interfaces with an etch-a-sketch?
What a dumb horoscope. Ok, fine. Today I AM going to write my own.
Thursday, January 13
You may feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders today dear Pisces. Something that has been plaguing you for months has finally reached its pinnacle, and today you find your self standing on the summit looking down behind you at the blood spattered path that brought you here. Yes all that blood is yours, yes as the climb grew more steep and treacherous you grew weak with anemia and lack of oxygen. You made it though.
There will still be falling rocks, and up here they are sharp and large, but you are above them now.
At times you passed the corpses of those before you that traveled this same path and gave up or otherwise failed. At times you wished with everything you had left inside of you that you could join them, and at times you almost did curling up fetal beside them, begging for those sunbleached bones to hold you tight and cold and safe.
But here you stand, your clothing shredded and bloodied, your face caked with tear-streaked rivulets of dirt and sweat, you are full of sorrow, grief and elation.
yes without proper care these wounds may leave disfiguring scars, but that care begins today, ahead of you - finally - is that field you always knew was here: The lavender meadow.
I finally hit my breaking point. I received yet another devastatingly unfriendly email a couple of days ago. It was the one week overdue response to me asking once again for her to please pay her half for Morgans December dog food and meds bills. Again it was aimed directly at my heart, She was still not going to deposit the amount into my account, she was now suggesting that I just take it off of what I owe her, she again told me that I was out of line and condescending, and I finally hit my breaking point. Yes I still feel compassion and yes I am still empathetic towards whatever she may be going through, but for the sake of the gods, I have been working so so hard at keeping my composure and treating her with nothing but respect and she continues to attack. I responded with absolutely everything I had to say. I got it all off my chest. It was long and honest and maybe some of it sounded angry, but it was all extremely logical, rational, and from the base of the love I have for who we used to be when things were good. That has been building for months now and I feel so incredibly good for finally saying my bit.
I am feeling pretty good today. Very clear headed and positive, perhaps a part of that is the fact that I am on day 6 of my cleanse, perhaps its because I am weeding myself off the crazy pills (zyban), or perhaps it's just the lightness I feel after finally saying my peace.
I'm not asking really, I'm just happy to be here knowing my eyes are becoming a bit more blue.
If you were a musician, dear Pisces, what would you do if someone took away your instrument and you were forced to invent your own? That is just how you might feel today. It may feel as if someone has taken your beloved art away from you, which may seem quite unfair. But that is just what this day is trying to teach you. Do not confuse the tools you use with the way you use them... and don't confuse your capabilities with your feelings.
What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?
Is that an actual question? Is my computer at work going to crash? Am I going to break my fingers? AAAACK! Will I have to code my stuff using binary aztek knot patterns? Will I have to do my graphic interfaces with an etch-a-sketch?
What a dumb horoscope. Ok, fine. Today I AM going to write my own.
Thursday, January 13
You may feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders today dear Pisces. Something that has been plaguing you for months has finally reached its pinnacle, and today you find your self standing on the summit looking down behind you at the blood spattered path that brought you here. Yes all that blood is yours, yes as the climb grew more steep and treacherous you grew weak with anemia and lack of oxygen. You made it though.
There will still be falling rocks, and up here they are sharp and large, but you are above them now.
At times you passed the corpses of those before you that traveled this same path and gave up or otherwise failed. At times you wished with everything you had left inside of you that you could join them, and at times you almost did curling up fetal beside them, begging for those sunbleached bones to hold you tight and cold and safe.
But here you stand, your clothing shredded and bloodied, your face caked with tear-streaked rivulets of dirt and sweat, you are full of sorrow, grief and elation.
yes without proper care these wounds may leave disfiguring scars, but that care begins today, ahead of you - finally - is that field you always knew was here: The lavender meadow.
I finally hit my breaking point. I received yet another devastatingly unfriendly email a couple of days ago. It was the one week overdue response to me asking once again for her to please pay her half for Morgans December dog food and meds bills. Again it was aimed directly at my heart, She was still not going to deposit the amount into my account, she was now suggesting that I just take it off of what I owe her, she again told me that I was out of line and condescending, and I finally hit my breaking point. Yes I still feel compassion and yes I am still empathetic towards whatever she may be going through, but for the sake of the gods, I have been working so so hard at keeping my composure and treating her with nothing but respect and she continues to attack. I responded with absolutely everything I had to say. I got it all off my chest. It was long and honest and maybe some of it sounded angry, but it was all extremely logical, rational, and from the base of the love I have for who we used to be when things were good. That has been building for months now and I feel so incredibly good for finally saying my bit.
I am feeling pretty good today. Very clear headed and positive, perhaps a part of that is the fact that I am on day 6 of my cleanse, perhaps its because I am weeding myself off the crazy pills (zyban), or perhaps it's just the lightness I feel after finally saying my peace.
I'm not asking really, I'm just happy to be here knowing my eyes are becoming a bit more blue.
My dad was telling me that he had a dream that same night where he was at a party and people attacked him with knives. So maybe that explains why he took me on an assassination joyride in my dream, to exact somnabulist revenge. Who knows.