Star Struck Style

One of my favorite things about this time of year is the change to the intensity of the sunlight in this part of the world. In about the third week of February, the rays of sunshine just start to feel warmer. It can still be terribly cold outside, but somehow I even manage to get a bit of a suntan walking to the gym every day.

This phenomenon also corresponds with the sun’s annual conjunction with my progressed sun (something I discussed a week ago on this blog in a post titled “High Anxiety”). Once I’m past that brief phase of the year, I generally move into a period that is marked by a distinct upswing of energy. Just a few days before the equinox arrives, the sun also enters my sixth house. When that happens, I am able to direct that energy into a very positive direction. I work out more and I work out more wisely. That results in a general feeling of well-being that only makes me feel more energetic.

Right before all of that happens this year, I’m going to experience a conjunction between transiting Mars and my natal sun. Typically, that is a high-energy transit. It is also the sort of aspect that can result in overdoing things. Right about the time that I’m starting to feel invincible again, the stars are going to be urging me to push myself beyond my ordinary limitations.

But am I going to listen to what they have to say? I don’t think so. The last thing that I want to do is to hurt myself and ruin all the gains that I’ve made over the past year or two. With almost four decades of fitness experience, I should know where to draw the line. However, the influence of Mars is strong. After feeling vulnerable (and quite mortal) for the past few weeks, I feel as if I’ve got something to prove to myself.

What I really need to do is to look back at the last time this happened to see if I made any mistakes. This blog provides me with an invaluable resource to understand how these recurring planetary movements impact my daily life. If I screwed up two years ago — the  last time this happened — I should have learned my lesson, right?

I guess I’ll find out soon enough . . .