It’s a somewhat chilly Monday morning, with brightly leadened skies. The heater is blasting as it’s almost 60 degrees. That probably sounds balmy to you if you’ve endured the latest polar vortex, but Floridian homes are created to breathe not insulate. So it can get very drafty and damp. The cold seems to get in your bones, making you unable to get warm.
So it’s a new month and a new moon in Aquarius becoming exact this afternoon.
A new moon, a new work week, a new month, and I don’t really know what’s coming or what I’m doing next.
Except that I kinda do.
And now, I want to shift back to how I wanted this blog to be besides a log of the struggles and trials I’ve been through.
I want to talk about the spiritual shit more than the psychological shit. It all belongs, but I haven’t really been talking about this much. And that’s mainly because I have put that part of my life on ice.
Or, a more generous perspective: life’s circumstances caused me to focus on the daily practical parts of my life.
So within the past week I’ve had two tarot readings, and they’ve repeated what I have known I’ve needed to do, but I haven’t given myself permission to do:
Chill the fuck out.
No hustling. No grinding. That’s over.
I should be glad, but I’m a bit terrified, as one of my tarot readers and friend thought I would be.
It’s not only that I need to chill. It’s that things are going to get better. Unsurprisingly, I’m wary of that because I don’t feel like I’ve worked hard enough to get there right now. And that working hard could be some overcompensation of feeling undeserving.
Could good things just come to me?
Besides that, my work desk is cleared. There are only three people I want to follow up with, which I will do tomorrow.
But beyond that, it’s just me, celebrating and resting (as I have been invited to do by my latest tarot reading), which automatically sounds like laziness.
But it’s not. Within this waiting period, for the good to come, I want to respond to things I’m only thrilled about doing.
The last project I worked on was basically for an audience like myself, so that was fun and pretty easy to do.
And that project came to me, through my business website.
What I’ve realized is that when projects come to me, they’re pretty easy to do. Most of what I did last year, for better and for worse, came to me.
So even though I’ve heard twice – that by relaxing, I’ll be able to get what I need and then some – it’s a struggle to relax.
I’m actually getting some supplemental help because my Capricornian nature basically needs to be forced to relax. I’ll let you all know how that goes.
And this is what I want, new and better things to come to me. I just thought it’d be more of a hand-off, like a relay, from one project to the next. Not, as what has been foreseen, a couple of weeks of rest and relaxation.
Of course, the worry is mainly about money, and that’s primarily what the readings had concerns about, but even more largely: what’s next?
What one of the tarot readings showed that I’ll be doing something which combines everything I’ve done in the past, but that there isn’t necessarily a word or label for it yet. And that aligns with how I feel right now, and what I’ve been trying to accomplish for the past few years but have been unable to fully bring into being.
Or, you could say that all my attempts will be realized soon.
I can’t remember who mentioned to me that I’d be going into coaching and speaking –maybe another intuitive – but that almost fit. I’ve heard it before that I’d be a speaker. But that sounds like a lifetime ago.
Simply put, I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for or waiting on. I just know that I can’t take on projects just because I think I can do them and because I need the money.
If there has ever been a lesson I’ve learned in the past few years is that although I can’t necessarily control the circumstances where I’m desperate, when you are desperate, you tend to make piss poor choices, whether it’s with the friends you keep or the jobs you take or the items your purchase or how you market yourself to potential clients and employers.
Desperation clouds sound decision making.
(While I was looking at Twitter, an astrologer friend said the same thing about desperation. As the kids say: energy! (I have no idea what this means.))
So as the skies have now cleared and the sun is now shining…
Even though I’m not supposed to grind and hustle, I want to be drawn towards the people, places, and situations from a place of inner stability.
Another word for inner stability: confidence. I had an astrological reading with another friend before the two tarot readings, and confidence came up. It came up in the first of the two tarot readings as well.
If you’ve been reading this blog long enough, it’s no surprise that my confidence, especially after last year, had been shaken.
Where I shakily am right now is…I don’t want to do anything stupid.
But there are things I want to do which I feel like are stupid to do right now…because if I’m not searching for another gig or client, then I’m not doing my part in the survival and thrival of me.
Thin, cottony clouds have gathered again and the sunshine is bright and pale.
While writing this, I just reached out to four people that I want to work with or have worked with (couldn’t wait until tomorrow). But that’s the energy I want to follow, evolving from a sense of duty and forced ability to desire and easy, breezy joy.
So what “stupid” things do I want to do? Right now, just two things, but they’re lengthy.
One more thing that isn’t so stupid to me: write like how I used to in grad school. I feel my writing is stalling or crystallizing in a way that shows that it’s prematurely finished.
I feel like I haven’t done enough creatively with it. It’s going on five years since I graduated from grad school…
I try to capture words and then they scatter like a flock of pigeons. I feel like I write something solid and bordering on really good and it only gets two views…
The skies have cleared again and the sun is mercilessly shining on me.
I know this time alone is precious, oh so precious…but sometimes it still feels like it’s some cosmic punishment. And I know I’ve said this before.
There will be a time when I look back upon this fumbling around and wish I had that space again, to explore, to fuck up, to try again, and to follow my gut.
Doing very little of what I’m used to doing – calling, writing, chasing, scoping, fretting – it’s really terrifying.
I’m a doer, not a receiver. I’m not a go-by-her-gut’er, not a rester.
Can I trust myself and the guidance I’ve repeatedly received?
I was reading this blog post, which has a podcast and transcript about a blogger who writes about waiting. There’s been a lot of waiting already, for my whole adult life.
But waiting is never passive.
And so much of having work and having money is being able to live the life I want, but all of that has been stalled. And in a capitalist society, it’s hard to have meaningful relationships with having some money, which is really sad to say.
Even still, I’m trying (a forum here, a game alliance there), and the results have been mostly mixed.
But that’s OK. I have to keep reminding myself that relying on school and church as my primary social gatherings will take time to unlearn, that it’s OK just to get out there and try…and fail…and try again. It doesn’t make me less of a human for being sometimes lonely and mostly alone. It makes me even more human to reach out and to continue to reach out, even through tears of disappointment and rejection.
It’s tough to read articles like this one, which is something I’ve been waiting on, too. But also, I’ve been forcing this to happen for years, this type of close friendship – on almost everyone, on too many people.
Intimacy does take some intention and follow-through, but it also takes ready and willing partners. It takes time for people to get to know one another. And sometimes, it just takes the right timing, for all the stars to align.
That’s a thing I want, that I’ve always wanted, but I can at least say that isn’t stupid. It’s just fucking elusive.
The sun has ducked under some stratus clouds, but it’s still quite bright. It will set in a couple of hours.
But eventually, I know I’ll be in a place where I will be truly loved and cared for, where I can give that love and care in return without feeling depleted or misunderstood. And it’s good albeit humbling to be open about that…
Their (or really his because it’s basically this one dude, Neil Hannon) latest album, Foreverland, is unabashedly about love and about his significant other (an Irish singer/songwriter whom you can hear on a couple of the tracks). He says as much somewhere (wish I could find it).
The Divine Comedy is an orchestral pop outfit (which may be my favorite genre of music, right up there with house and indie rock), and he’s/they’re quite funny, sometimes a little baudy, artful, and, in that latest album, disarmingly sincere. That sincerity can be found on other songs, too.
I’ve been listening to this group for the past few days and it’s been an aural delight. It’s all because I listened to this song by Robbie Williams and Hannon sang “goodbye” with a sonorous baritone voice, and I always liked that part but never knew who sang it.
Also! Neil Tennant from Pet Shop Boys sings the other background vocal and I went on a Pet Shop Boys listening binge late last year, too. So yeah, that song has spawn three listening binges, and it’s one of my favorite Robbie Williams songs. And come to think of it, all three of these dudes have some very distinctive voices…
Behind trees and thin cirrus clouds, the sun starts its setting motion and the golden hour will begin soon.
One of the things brought up in my latest tarot reading was love, like the mushy romantic type, and I believe I finally feel ready for it. And oddly (in a timely fashion), listening to The Divine Comedy has pushed me head first into these dizzying pools of emotion.
Although, when the card came up (The Lovers), I thought, cool, I need to make a choice! That’s one of the common interpretations. And I actually default to that now because my incurably romantic side always defaulted to romantic love.
I’ll keep the rest of this to myself, but even though I feel ready, it doesn’t make it any less scary, and that’s because this person isn’t new (I’ll say that much, which is too much). And that would confirm all the messages I have received about them recently.
But really, I just feel like…whatever I’m going to be doing with this person is a big part of what’s next – OK, that’s my hope.
No matter who it’s with, I feel like there’s not much left to do except that, but “that” is a very big that. And that is really strange to say, as some go-get-’em Capricorn, to start engine braking instead of hitting the gas; to coast instead of accelerate; to let gravity and entropy have their way.
Could it really be that I’ve done enough?
It’s strange when you’re used to years of digging, toiling, pulling, pushing…and then something just gives way.
You see sunlight. You hit that vein of gold. You find that hidden reservoir.
You can rest now.
I’ve dug and toiled and pulled and pushed. And there isn’t much left around me.
This whole space clearing goes beyond career, and even beyond this person. Dare I be prophetic about it, or at least intentional: it’s going to be a whole new life. And this life that I live now has prepared me for it.
But it was be markedly different, to the point that this part, this unsatisfying, painful, bitter part, will seem like someone else lived that life.
And that’s what I want. That’s what I’ve worked towards. That’s what I’ve called in, prayed for, cried over, written about for years…
The sun will set in 27 minutes. I can’t see the sun anymore, though. Just waning light filtering through some clouds…
I should be excited, right? A job/gig that will incorporate all that I’ve done and being with someone that I don’t have to try so hard with.
But where’s the certainty? Where are the reassurances? Where’s the security that life often will not give me but I seek anyway?
Where’s the proof? Where are the receipts? Where is the money-back guarantee? Where’s the insurance? What are the plans B through Z?
Everything comes down to faith and trust, no matter if I coat it with a Joel Osteen evangelical sheen or bedazzle it with rose quartz crystals.
And, well, that sucks.
I could go to a 100 tarot readers and they would all say the same thing. For example, I had my annual birthday tarot reading with a friend and The Lovers came up, for love not a choice.
So yes, reassurances have been made. Good things are coming. Soon.
But shit happens, you know? Unexpected shit. And shit has happened. Lots of shit. But I’m done with this shit, especially the shit that is planning for the rainy day, the disaster, the unmitigated tragedy, the skinned knees, and the broken hearts.
It’s the occupational hazards of being a human being. And this month, I have to let my heart lead the way, through the jungles of doubts and past hurts and disappointments.
I have to believe that I know what I’m doing, even if it seems crazy to me.
I have to keep the faith in the goodness waiting for me just around the bend…
The sun set about five minutes ago. The golden hour ends and the blue hour begins. I see the sun’s orange-pink reflections in some puffy clouds out to the west.
I was going to end this with a song from The Divine Comedy (this one). But I will end with some Tom Petty, since I’m heading this way anyway…
You can consider this chorus as a prayer for you and for me.
And I know that look that’s on your face
There’s somethin’ lucky about this place
There’s somethin’ good comin’
For you and me
Somethin’ good comin’
There has to be
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