I know I just got back from Las Vegas, but . . .
My horoscope on astro.com today is titled “Take a Break.” That’s because the computer program on the website has selected this evening’s ingress of Venus into my fifth house as the featured aspect. It goes on like this:
“This influence signifies an appropriate time for fun, entertainment, having a good time. Your self-discipline may be at an all-time low during this period, but everyone needs a break from time to time, so enjoy yourself. Just make sure not to overdo it. You can relate well with children now, and this is a good time for games and fun. It is not conducive to serious work or discussion with them, however, because you may not want to be serious, yourself. Love relationships in general are also favored during this time. You will get along smoothly with loved ones without feeling that you are surrendering your identity. This influence makes it possible for others to enjoy you being exactly yourself. There is no need to pretend to be what you are not.”
Reading that takes me back to the day a couple of weeks ago when I left my friends behind in Las Vegas and I wandered down the strip by myself for a few hours. I felt as if I was taking a vacation from my vacation — and it was delightful.
Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy traveling with my friends, but I just needed a break. Right now I’m not really doing much of anything, but I still need a break. I need to retreat back into the world inside my head where I’ve got nothing to do but wander around The Shops at Crystals in Las Vegas. I can’t really take much more at the moment.
It’s not that I’m stressed out, or exhausted, or depressed, or anything of the kind. I’m just tired of the ugliness I see everywhere I go. This three-and-a-half week Venus transit through my fifth house is not only going to make me want to see pretty things, but it’s going to make me put on some blinders so that I can avoid all the ugliness in my periphery.
The reason I relate that back to Las Vegas is that even though I was in Trump’s America, I didn’t once talk to anyone who supported him. In the province where I live, we’re currently in an election cycle with our own version of Trump leading in the polls. I can’t believe these serial liars can get a single vote from anyone, never mind enough votes to win an election.
Yet I can’t be the moral conscience for the entire world, so I’m not going to try to be. I’m not resolving to stick my head in the sand, but I’m not going to let the politics of ugliness get the best of me, either. If that means that I need to take a mental vacation in order to keep my own sanity, so be it.
So, if anyone needs me, I’ll be at the Bottega Veneta store in the mall of my mind trying on shoes. Thanks, Venus!