Star Struck Style

I need these new Bally sneakers like I need a hole in the head, and yet I found myself ogling them this morning while surfing the Bally website. It’s difficult for me to see all the fabulous things on sale this time of year without buying them all, but I have made a promise to myself to stop spending money before I make it.

I suppose it’s a good sign that I was able to resist my worst impulses because I have the feeling that this is going to be a consequential week in my life. I don’t want to feel completely unprepared for what is about to happen because I’ve been discussing it on this blog for months.

Jupiter and Pluto make their retrograde conjunction tomorrow in my fourth house, mere minutes away from my IC. Shortly after that happens, Jupiter moves into my third house and Saturn makes its retrograde move back into Capricorn. Pluto slips back into my third house in a little more than a week from now. When Jupiter and Pluto make their final conjunction in this once-in-a-lifetime cycle later this year, they will meet up in my third house rather than my fourth — unlike the first two conjunctions. At the same time, Mars will be stuck in a stationary square with my sun. I have yet to figure out what all of this might mean.

What I do know is that it isn’t great. However, after all of this is over, I have a huge upswing in my horoscope that should make 2021 a much easier year for me, astrologically speaking.

In the meantime, I need to just keep plugging along. If all goes as planned, I should return to work in a couple of weeks from now. The disruption to my routine caused by the COVID-19 lockdowns should abate as my schedule takes on a semblance of normalcy. Once that happens, maybe I’ll be able to do something creative to feed my soul. That’s the one thing that has been missing from my life since this all of these planets gathered in my third house. I may be as eloquent as I have always been, but the desire to make my voice heard has dwindled in the current cosmic climate. The only real passion I’ve felt for the past several months is for nice clothes.

Anyway, this is it. Once I get past this week, November’s finish line is going to be in sight. I just hope that nothing else comes along to fuck this up . . .