I have an ongoing list of topics that come to my mind that I want to write about here. And yet, for some reason, today I can’t stop thinking about horoscopes. It’s almost comical, I suppose, that I have a new found obsession with the alignment of stars. I may as well be reading tea leaves like my grandmother did. I go through phases, years of not even glancing at what’s in my forecast and other times where I incessantly read my daily, weekly, monthly and yearly horoscopes. Trying to interpret anything and everything from vague and generic sentences and pretending I know what house my sign falls in during the lunar eclipse of the second Sun. You get my point.
It makes me feel silly and juvenile, but I cant help but wonder, why have I started reading them again. Is it because of the lack of direction in my life? Or perhaps the major changes that have made me more aware of the unknown. And yet, here I am, defining myself by a few descriptive words of what make up a Leo and finding comfort in thinking I have some sort of precursor of what’s to come. I even have something to point a finger at when things don’t go as planned. I’m looking at you, Mercury retrograde! And while I do find a bit of truth in my horoscope, it’s more of what I’m hoping to find when I read them that interests me.
Please tell me I’m not the only one that reads their horoscope and perhaps even judges a relationship by their signs’ compatibility….
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