I treated myself to a new internet subscription this year. It’s called Astro-Biz Digest, an astrological forecast and planning guide for business folks.
Astro-Biz Digest suggests ideal days to work, ideal days to play and ideal days to lay low. I read it on Sundays, make a few calendar notes, plan my week and then forget about it. Until I can’t ignore its eminence.
After a few days of ardent sadness during which I mostly read and felt guilty about not “working,” I consulted my calendar mid-week. Sure enough, Astro-Biz suggested low impact tasks for me on those days of sadness. And this advice breached the static cling of my crippling guilt just enough to let me savor starting and finishing a book in one day.
Astrology requires too much math for me to completely embrace it as my only guide. But I’m smitten by how it reminds me that I dwell in a universe with its own set of rules, rules I cannot bend.
However much I think I can.