I’ve been blogging incessantly about this weekend for a while. Now that it’s here, I’m thrilled because I know it’s all going to be over soon.
My chart is horrible right now. I’ve got the south node exactly conjunct my natal sun. What’s more, Saturn is hovering in the sky just a little over a degree away from the same point. If bad luck and terrible life choices had a baby, it would be a fifty-three year old man named Greg.
So, I’m going to treat this like a birthday and I’m going to consider myself to be born again. I can look at my current state of affairs as a new beginning and I can use it try to get somewhere (just like I did the last time the south node made a conjunction to my natal sun almost nineteen years ago). At that time, my writing career really took off just as I began to heal from the only debilitating injury I have ever had in my life. Only this time I feel quite the opposite of how I was feeling back then: professionally handicapped and physically powerful. I know, right?
Anyway, I started a new job this week, so I guess that I am laying the groundwork for a turnaround. With the south node moving off my natal sun and Saturn about to actually turn around (it goes direct in four days), I am entering a new phase of my life. I’ll take it.
In the immortal words of that wise philosopher, RuPaul Charles, “This is the beginning of the rest of your life . . .”.