I’m usually not the Debbie Downer of the astrology world, but I have a bad feeling about the upcoming week. The sun makes an opposition with retrograde Mars at the same time that Mercury is about to go retrograde in Scorpio.
I probably should have been paying attention to this, but I was focused on the sun finally entering my first house. I usually experience a boost in my physical vitality this time of year after a bit of a struggle to keep up the pace. With the sun in my twelfth house, I’m just not the workout machine I am the rest of the year. Once it moves into my first house, I usually get a boost of energy fueled by the seasonal increase in the crowd size of my classes as everyone comes back to the gym. The cool weather that brings them back indoors also gets me going. I can’t take the heat of summer; it makes me lethargic. I’ve heard the same thing from a lot of my fellow Capricorns.
But getting back to the gym is double-edged sword at the moment. I work there in an administrative role and I lead a few fitness classes. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I went back to work this week to get ready for our reopening on October 19. However, with COVID-19 cases suddenly climbing in the city where I live, I’m not sure that I’m going to get through next week without encountering new restrictions on the way that my gym operates before it even opens its door to the public. The astrological events I mentioned at the beginning of this post occur midweek, just after the Canadian Thanksgiving long weekend — an event that could see infections spreading even more rapidly amongst people who are not taking the virus seriously.
So, now I feel as if something in the stars is going to mess up my plans. Oh well! If 2020 has taught me anything, it’s that I am far more adaptable than I thought I was, especially for an old goat. If the gym doesn’t open and I end up stuck at home again, I’ll just have to find another way to keep busy. Maybe I’ll buy that poster in the photo above and hang it above my desk to remind myself that I’m supposed to have feelings . . .