It’s my birthday! Aye!
That’s right, July 3, 1984 was the day my cute and cuddly bag of flesh pushed its way into the third dimension. To celebrate, I’m folding clothes and watching reruns of Moesha.
On a serious note: My birthday has always an emotional time for me. My solar return seems to bring all of my stagnant emotions to the surface (gotta love that Cancer energy). Feelings of regret and emptiness used to make me want to curl up in a ball. Why haven’t I done this? Been there? Figured that out?
This year will be different, damnit! I am finally learning to use this time to reflect and evaluate those feelings. So this year, I am making a conscious effort to enjoy this time, to settle into my feelings. I’ve had a few setbacks in the past weeks that would have crushed the old me. Now? I will lie on this couch and read comic books or maybe binge watch HGTV. That is what I want to do, so I’m doing it. I am at peace today. Ase’