Star Struck Style

The sun entered my sixth house while I was in bed last night. This morning, I feel great. As I’ve mentioned a million times before on this blog, I’m a sixth-house creature. This is my element.

Nevertheless, transiting Mars conjoins my natal Saturn in my fifth house tomorrow. “Café Astrology” describes the alignment as follows:

“You may be particularly aware of, and frustrated by, slowness, blocks to your plans, conservativeness, limitations, and other realities right now. Positively, however, you might feel much enthusiasm for getting your life into order in some significant manner. Eliminating waste or excess may be the focus now, for which you can channel tremendous energy.”

Yeah, the slowness is there, but I am recovering from surgery. To be frustrated by that would be foolish. However, my enthusiasm for getting my “life into order in some significant manner” is already growing. I normally lead three fitness classes a week, and I’m not going to be doing that for the next six weeks. In my spare time, I’d love to take on some organizational projects that I haven’t even considered since the last time I was partiallly housebound: during the pandemic.

I’ve got closets to clean and junk to throw out. I’ve got drawers to organize and errands to plan. While I hate having my life so regimented that I can never take a break without feeling as if everything is going to fall apart, I also thrive on feeling as if I’m a couple of steps ahead of my plans. “Contingency” should have been my middle name. It’s in my nature to be ready to roll with the punches instead of getting beat up by circumstances that I didn’t expect.

I sometimes wish that I was the sort of guy who could let his hair down occasionally, but I’m just not that spontaneous. Impetuosity just isn’t my thing. Orderliness, on the other hand, is good for my soul — just as long as all the planets in the sky don’t crowd into my sixth house at once. I can become a little too accustomed to having everything planned out. That’s when my life becomes boring and constricting. Been there, done that. But that isn’t the case this spring. In fact, the stars are stretched out in a manner that makes me feel like I can be myself without becoming overly concerned with one particular aspect of my character.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some spring cleaning to do. My closets aren’t going to organize themselves . . .