sagittarius

Oh, hell.

This is the sound of me not getting things done. Damn it! I had 100% good intentions and everything really just flew out the window the moment the work day started. Schedule? Nope, not today. I’m still trying to get work things done in between paragraphs here. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.

Holidays are, apparently, bad for my mojo. I really don’t need a day off of my routine because it seems to make it that much more difficult to pick up where I left off. I live in a perpetual catch-22 of ‘do everything and burn out’ or ‘do nothing and be mad about it’. There’s no happy medium. There never is. I’m working on finding it, but I also keep adding things to my list. There are at least 2 other things for my list for today and about 100 minutes to get them done. And those are really just the “I REALLY gotta get these things done today” things. There are other things that are important, but not at this level and unfortunately, one of them may get done first simply because my brain needs a break.

While I break, I still think, I just think about random things which usually means astrology. Perhaps you’ve had your birth chart done, perhaps not, but it’s a fun little thing to do if you know what time you were born. Now, do I fully believe that for each hour period of any given day in, basically, history, that when each of us were born we had a little bit of glitter sprinkled on us that gave us the same traits as everyone else born in that little period of time? Huh. Well, I guess now that I put it that way, it’s kind of a cool way to think about it and maybe I do believe that.

Regardless of what you believe (because this is MY space on the internet, after all), sometimes birth charts hit some things right on the nose. Some things are super off, and of course, some things are a yes one day and a no the next because, hello, have you met me?

There are almost 30 little sections that make up my birth chart from the website where I got it. I think I want to talk a little about all of the sections, but certainly not all at once. I have other things I need to do yet, remember? Let’s maybe look at a few.

Most people know their Sun sign. It’s the sign you identify as if/when you read your horoscope and it’s based on just your birthday. It’s the heart of your identity based on what’s important to you both internally and externally. Each of the sections of my birth chart has a whole lengthy piece with some generalities about positives and negatives and a kind of summary. I’m a Sagittarius. A fire sign.

The good:

  • Enthusiastic
  • Idealistic
  • Warm-hearted
  • Independent
  • Curious
  • Fair-minded
  • Strong negotiator
  • Infectious optimism

The not-so-good:

  • Too adventurous
  • May leave things to chance
  • May take risks that cause problems
  • Rebellious
  • Sometimes tactless
  • Quick tempered
  • Lack focus and can be indecisive

SHOTS FIRED!!

Damn! I guess I gotta take the good with the bad because it’s all me, but those bads are soooooo me. On this round, natal chart: 1, me: 0. Let’s see what the moon has to say.

Your moon sign is representative of your really inner shit. How you take care of yourself and how you show it to everyone else. I think that your moon sign is always opposite your sun sign. Don’t shoot me if I’m wrong. You got here, you know how to use the internet to look it up. My moon sign is opposite my sun sign, meaning I have the moon in Gemini. You know Gemini is the twins, right? And this is my inner shit? Yeah, there’s definitely two mofos fighting it out in there. Well, moon, show me the money.

The good:

  • Witty
  • Well-informed
  • Adaptable
  • Realistically optimistic which contributes to my “luck”
  • Fun to be around
  • Tolerant
  • Generous

And the not-so-good:

  • Restless
  • Pay too much attention to others losing focus on what I want to do
  • Moody
  • Poor follow-up on ideas
  • Indecision

Well, the moon didn’t get the gun out, but social media, no matter how much I need it to be in touch with y’all, is the not-so-good bullet number two. Number 4 is another one that is a real sore spot for me. I know all of these things about myself, but it’s kinda strange to have a piece of paper based on where stars were at the time I was born be so accurate. Oh no! Am I a BASIC SAGITTARIUS?!?! Ha. There’s surely no such thing.

Come back tomorrow when I’ll be ducking shots from Mercury, Venus, and Mars. If I can sustain my well-being, maybe Jupiter too. See ya then!

Can’t I?!?

Hey, young Mick! Why you wanna rain on parades? I mean, the ladies are definitely wearing what appear to be raincoats, so I sorta get why you’re raining. But you’re also under a circus tent and there’s NEVER bad times under the tent. (Please, don’t go there about bad things under the tent at the Diaper. I know about that.)

I am curious how any female born between oh, let’s say 1960 to 1990 even is attracted to men. If you look at the majority of musicians/sex symbols from then, they all look like women. Lipstick, eyeliner, shaking their hips better than I can. You can’t always get the man that you want….but women are cool. That’s what I’m hearing. We’re just as bad as men though.

Ok, so, right. I’m a Sagittarius. We get what we want quite a bit. As a matter of fact, the total lunar eclipse was in Sagittarius so it’s our time and whatnot. An excerpt: ‘time to align with you personal desires’, ‘changes in your approach towards the world’, ‘you will be perceived differently by others’, ‘significant changes in your relationships are likely to take place’, ‘trust the process’. And that’s not even all of the stuff. Adding it in with what I have from my birth chart and things are really starting to look a lot different.

I realize that I have great potential and I’ve basically been holding myself back, but if all the signs and signals aren’t pointing towards changing that shit up, then I don’t know what is! So once again, I’ll need to get the fuck out of my own way. Just today, already, I can feel myself trying to creep back into my comfy space. I need to board that up because it isn’t really helping me move forward to create a new and better comfy space. One with a window seat and cushions and pillows and books and blankets and hot tea. Yeah. Did I mention this same comfy space has enough space for my pole AND space to spin my flow toys? Well, it does. And I’m gonna manifest the shit outta that space. I will have this space in less than 400 days. So let it be written, so let it be done.

That’s how I get what I want. I ask the Universe for it. If Universe thinks it’s good for me, I get it. If not, I’ve been spared some disaster down the road. I’ve been way too lucky in my life to not think like this. Seriously, I asked less than two weeks ago and got an answer and now I’m on that road. I think the Universe also realizes how much to send me at once. It might even keep other things away from me so that I don’t lose my focus. Thanks, Big U!

Not related to anything I’ve been chatting about here, but damn I feel good. I’ve always been one of those people who is always having some twinge of discomfort somewhere – usually near my shoulders or hips since I abuse those the most. Over the last few months, the CBD has been working its magic. Going up and down the stairs is no longer a column of suck. I can actually get up and down and not have to hobble. Not being in constant discomfort is a really crazy feeling and I’m diggin it. So much so that I’m gonna go throw myself around the pole. Peace!

Put In A Box

Step One: Cut A Hole In The Box

You might be asking yourself, “Isn’t it a little bit early for ‘Dick In A Box’?” and the answer is no, it’s never too early. Also, there’s a holiday coming up and some people need gift ideas.

Take a walk down the memory lane of this morning and how we got to Dick In A Box before 9am. (Yes, that’s when I started this post and I bet it doesn’t get completed before noon.)

  • Email arrives to remind me to write a blog post
  • I realize that I ran out of things to write about after two days of writing
  • I realize that I have a document that has a year’s worth of writing prompts and I just have to find it
  • Search my Drive for the document but get sidetracked by another document about my Sparktype (more about that later)
  • Brain goes wacky thinking about Sparktype, archetype, enneagram, personality type, Myers-Briggs, and the zodiac
  • All these things to “describe” but are they just pushing you into a corner
  • Ok, that’s a good jump-off point for a post
  • Now I need a song (I swear, some days I didn’t post because I couldn’t find the “perfect” song)
  • Look for songs about types or my type of girl but not getting what I want
  • Look for songs about being put in a box
  • Dick In A Box is on the list
  • Watch the video three times
  • Try to get my laughter under control
  • Ok, let’s post

I honestly think like that all the time. It’s a miracle that I ever get anything done.

Ok, back to getting put in the box. I identify as the following:

  • Sparktype: This one has a light (thing that shows up most strongly) and a shadow (the runner-up thing). Light first.
    • Performer: I gotta express myself in some physical way. I feel good when I get to do it. I’m not about feeling stifled or being controlled.
    • Maven: I live to learn new shit and am cool with being a Jill of all trades (mistress of none). I feel good when I’m learning new shit. I can’t stand when I get stuck not getting to do deep dives on shit that interests me.
  • Archetype: I guess that one is never just one thing when it comes to archetypes. I’m a mix of these three.
    • Athlete: Important to stay healthy and fit.
    • Intellectual: I’m good for making you think with my questions and comments.
    • Explorer: I take journeys, not vacations.
  • Enneagram: I’m a healthy mix of a few different ones here, but the winner is…..
    • SEVEN: The Enthusiast – I wanna have as much fun and adventure as possible and I’m easily bored.
  • Personality type: Ooooh, these get types AND sub-types!
    • Top level: Analyst
    • Sub level: Debater – Smart and curious thinker that can’t resist an intellectual challenge
  • Myers-Briggs: I’m sure you all know this alphabet soup.
    • ENTP: Let’s just leave this one at extroverted, intuitive, thinking, and prospecting/perceiving.
  • Zodiac: It’s my season.
    • Sagittarius: The Archer. I’ll never tire of repeating this.
    • I walk the high wire without a net across active volcanoes – blindfolded, spinning stacks of plates, holding a burning torch in my teeth. I want everyone to love and adore me as much as I do myself, then I can stop hating myself for not being all things to all people. I’m fiercely allergic to fraud and injustice and I’ll rip the mask off even the most pathetic imposter with relish. I give all my best things away and expect this and more from people I love. I know precisely how to hurt anyone, especially myself. Believe in me, and I’ll sell my soul for you. – Jane V. Limes, “How to be a Sagittarius”

Wow. That’s a lot to process. Kudos if you’re still here. And if you are, you should feel like you know me pretty well. If you do actually know me, how many of those boxes am I in and how many do I need to bust the hell out of?

What is one to take from all of this information that dives so deep into my psyche through the internet? I’ve actually had to take these sorts of tests in job settings. Behavioral tests before jobs (like restaurant manager – they asked if I thought food fights were funny – OF COURSE THEY ARE! – but I know that’s the wrong answer so you got the expected answer and I got the job) and personality tests during jobs (there was a color one too – I think I was a blue – I clashed with the rest of the team).

I suppose you take from it what you want. The picture all of these things paint are a pretty decent person so I suppose it’s ok. Don’t worry, I’m not over here living my every moment by these things. Being a Sagittarius is the only one I can always just rattle off. The others took a little looking through my burner email account, lol.

At the end of the day, it’s fun and maybe it shows you a little insight into yourself since we don’t all have the ability to take that look inside. It’s a skill that everyone should cultivate. You know, clean your own house before you talk shit about someone else’s dirty floor. And with that, I’m out.

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