Mars moves into my seventh house this weekend. I’ll get to that in a moment.
I’ve had a bunch of planets relocating over the past week. First Jupiter moved from my second house to my third house, followed shortly afterward by Venus. Then Mercury moved from my third house to my fourth (I wrote about that a couple of days ago). When Mars moves from my sixth house to my seventh tomorrow, that should be it for a few weeks.
I didn’t write anything about Venus and Jupiter moving into my third house because I was distracted by a million other things. However, I can say that it’s been very easy for me to write this week with those two planets in my third house. I’ve also been able to avoid unnecessary conflicts with all the know-it-alls on social media. I’ve just been sitting back and watching them dig their own holes with their own words. I suspect that’s because of Venus’ influence on my house of communication. I guess that I want to people to understand that I’m not as bitchy as they think I am. The way I use words sometimes gets me into trouble.
I’ve also been eager to break free from my current job. I’ve been on the lookout for something different to do for a while, but I made a commitment to my boss to hang around through the Christmas season. That’s over now. With Jupiter transiting my third house, the universe is urging me to take my talents somewhere else.
The next big event is Mars moving into my seventh house. Cafe Astrology offers this bit of wisdom about the transit:
“Your close personal relationships are lively during this cycle — full of conflicts and resolutions or reconciliations.”
Interestingly, I watched Netflix’s documentary about the Fyre Festival last night. What stuck with me is that the idiot who was in charge of the doomed event was the sort of guy who always told his subordinates to come back to him with solutions rather than problems. I’m the sort of guy who doesn’t put up with that sort of bullshit. Sometimes the problem needs addressed because there is no viable solution, and I’ll be the first person to tell a superior that they’re asking me to do the impossible. I’ve never been a “yes” man in my life. That’s how you end up with Fyre Festival. That’s how you end up with the Sears bankruptcy. That’s how you end up with the Trump administration.
I’d rather be in a state like the one described above: “full of conflicts and resolutions or reconciliations.” I’d rather be the guy who went overboard than the idiot who went down with the ship, and I’m not afraid to point out when the ship is sinking. I suppose that has kept me from getting ahead in life just as often as it has kept me out of trouble.
Anyway, I’m happy to be that guy. From the sounds of things, I’m going to continue to be that guy for the next six weeks while Mars transits my seventh house. I chose the photo I posted above because it’s not quite clear if those hands are reaching toward one another or letting go of one other. I’m not sure if I need “resolutions or reconciliations,” or if I need to let go when I’m put in a position where the only acceptable answer is to say “yes” when every fiber of my being knows that the real answer is “no.”
It’s going to be an interesting few weeks.