Horror Scope
This morning, astrologer Rob Breszny kicked me in the teeth with this little bit of advice. “This is one time when ‘no waiting’ is the rule. You could make three months’ progress in 15 days.” This sucks because I really feel it too. Feel like I have the steam building up to actually do something, ANYTHING, outside of the narow confines of what I’ve been single-mindedly working away on for the past few years. I don’t want to chuck it all or anything. I just want to make room for more. Diversify my time more. Put more things into the world with my name on them. Some times are just slow times for me, but I hope I’m breaking out of one now. All I have to really do is show up for new work. Whatever it is I decide to do. But at this point that idea is still exhausting and terrifying. On a totally unrelated note, the usually very staid and conservative doorman outside my shrink’s office was jamming out to a ye olde Madonna track in front of the elevators, totally not caring who was there. He was in the zone and would not be denied. Today, he shall be my spirit animal. In accordance with Native American tradition, I bestow upon him the tribal name, Dances in Lobby. Whatev. I need to put down the crack pipe and do some work.