Early this evening, the transiting sun meets up with my natal moon in Cancer.
Last year, on the day that this happened, I packed up my things and left work with the intention of never returning again. I never do anything like that, and yet I don’t regret it at all.
I’ve always been able to recognize when my own needs have become subservient to my sense of duty. However, I haven’t always acted appropriately when I’ve recognized that people are taking advantage of my dutifulness. I’ve allowed my intellect to convince me to stay in situations that have been unpleasant, making the argument “That’s how grown ups behave!” Every once in a while, though, I just pack up and leave. It seems to surprise people because I rarely let anyone see that side of myself. I will put up with a lot of bullshit before I head for the door, but when I’m out, I don’t look back. I didn’t return to my old place of work once.
Anyway, I’m not feeling particularly used or abused at the moment, so I think that this is going to be a good day. Instead of delving into my emotional depths and looking for a problem that isn’t there, I’m just going to listen to old Mariah Carey songs, starting with “Emotions.” The part where she sounds like she’s trying to communicate with dolphins always puts a smile on my face.
