I’ll admit it. As the years go by, I seem to be getting meaner. If I gave a damn, this would be a troubling development. I was born on March 20, the vernal equinox, the first day of spring when everything’s coming up daisies. As a Pisces, I spent most of my life a brooding but compassionate dreamer, friend of the underdog, empathic helper. But March 20 is also on the cusp of Aries, the bullheaded, competitive, pull-no-punches sign. That makes me an astrological Dr. Jekyll, Ms. Hyde. So, I’m not surprised that in my second act, I’ve gone from friendly fish to full-tilt ram.
Yes! And I'm here for it! In peri, I'm still learning, still realizing how I've spent the majority of my life trying to be pretty enough, smart enough, laid back enough, how often I've given up my power and my feelings for someone else's. Not anymore. Thank you for this! 🙏🏻
Yes! And I'm here for it! In peri, I'm still learning, still realizing how I've spent the majority of my life trying to be pretty enough, smart enough, laid back enough, how often I've given up my power and my feelings for someone else's. Not anymore. Thank you for this! 🙏🏻