Star Struck Style

This is going to be an interesting month for me.

I had convinced myself that I was no longer interested in continuing to work at my current job. This morning I decided to give myself one more chance to make it work. A little voice inside my head is telling me that something in the world is about to change, and maybe my desire to move back into the retail business is not well-timed. Who knows how much more Donald Trump is going to fuck up the world economy over the next few weeks?

Nevertheless, I am feeling emboldened. The aspects that have defined the last month for me, Mars’ square to my ascendant and Uranus’ sextile to my midheaven, are exact this week. My urge to walk out the door and never look back is stronger than ever. Still, the sun’s conjunction with Saturn just a few hours ago has provided me with a more sober perspective. In addition, Saturn’s current trine with my natal Neptune that I discussed a couple of days ago in a post titled “A Monastic Consciousness” has me feeling as if I can find a little peace outside of my job if I just try harder to leave my work at work. Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. I was tossing and turning in bed last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about my job.

For that reason, I’ve decided to confront this issue head-on. Next week, me and my colleagues have a meeting with the people who are responsible for the stress that we are under. I’m going to make a promise to confront the issues that are keeping me up at night, and I hope that I’m not the only one who will be holding up a placard at this gathering.

Whatever happens, I’m glad that I have made some preemptive measures to ensure my own financial security just in case things take a turn for the worse. I’ll be thrilled if my voice is finally heard, but it’s just as likely that they’ll turn the fire hoses on me and my fellow protesters. Strangely, I’m at peace with that scenario, too . . .