Oh, good! I wasn’t particularly excited about the solar eclipse today, but I’m all for new beginnings. I LOVE new beginnings.
New beginnings are awesome because:
- I get to start with a clean slate
- I haven’t messed anything up yet
- Anything can happen
I thrive not knowing what’s what the future will hold. Unknowns are filled with mystery, possibilities, and unpredictability. It’s not for everyone, but for my personality, I like change and living through life’s many surprises. I’m ready for all the beginnings the next few months will bring.
My horoscope also advised that I’ll get some assistance:
“This solar eclipse will open doors that have been previously locked, and you may even have a helping hand from a VIP. “
Last month, I requested a past life reading from my go-to tarot reading Benebell Wen. She’s been busy with some new services she offering on her website. Did you know you can get a 300 page book all about yourself? No wonder she’s so busy! Benebell got back to me today. She has not failed me in the past and I consider her a VIP in astrology.
My 26 page past life report came with a lot of helpful material about things that I need to work on. Some of the karma has already been handled and others have not. One of the things I asked was the big question that many (if not all) writers/artists ask themselves:
- Who is my audience?
- How do I want to get recognized?
Apparently, I want to go for gold in this lifetime. One of the “past me’s” was an effeminate intellectual man with dark hair (it’s crazy the type of detail she gives me!) who didn’t get recognition for his work. In order to fill this void, I need to get approval at the highest level. That means impressing the smartest people in my profession AND getting an award for it. That’s a really tall order!
It’s been a good news, bad news kind of day. The good news is that I got some answers to questions I’ve been thinking about. The bad news is that playtime is over. I can’t go on pretending like it’s okay for me to be mediocre and coast through the remaining years of my life. Why me?!