Check out this photo of a Women for Trump rally in Pennsylvania from a few days ago. Such a diverse crowd!
Speaking of diversity, I’ve been feeling the opposite of diverse lately. I can be a slave to routine, and although I typically thrive on routine, every now and then I need to shake things up. For that reason, I’ve been mulling over a few scenarios that could possibly change my life.
This morning, I got out of bed and decided that I would make a change to my routine that would make me more employable. I’m sure that people who look at my resume believe that I’m difficult because I won’t make myself available 24/7. I’m actually remarkably reliable and easy to schedule because my availability is usually set in stone. I don’t call in sick, I don’t take a lot of time off and my life is mostly free of any sort of drama that would impact an employer.
Still, I can understand why I might come off as a bit of a diva to someone who was considering hiring me when I tell them that I can’t work this day and I can’t work that day. For that reason, I’ve decided to make a change to my schedule. Curiously, I predicted that I was on the cusp of a big change a couple of months ago when I published this post about my progressed moon moving into the ninth house. I had honestly forgotten about the event until just a moment ago, but it coincides exactly with how I am feeling this morning. I want to spread my wings and fly. I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same place for a while now, and I just need to do something else.
So, like the “diverse” group of women in the photo above, pledging allegiance to the flag with their hands on their hearts, I’m also going to make a pledge. I hereby pledge to make a change to my life. I believe that the actual ingress of my progressed moon into the ninth house happens on Tuesday or Wednesday, but I’m already feeling like the cosmic shift has occurred. And like those stupid women who support Donald Trump, I’m just going to believe that there are better days ahead of me. Strangely, I just realized that the ingress of the progressed moon into my eighth house happened in the same month of Trump’s inauguration.
It wasn’t just my professional prospects that took a turn for the worse back then, huh? All I can say is that I’m glad this eighth-house bullshit is over!