I checked my horoscope on MSN astrology today, and this is part of it:
Your Careerscope - Today, June 27, 2008
Fear is upon you. Perhaps you fear change. Perhaps you fear stagnation. Perhaps you fear letting go of a job that no longer serves you. Don't be afraid! Have confidence that the universe supports you and will take care of you at all times.
Great, “fear is upon you.” Dun, dun, dun… No, really, that doesn’t sound too bad at all, I mean as far as horoscopes go, right? I mean, change happens every day, right? And, the tone isn’t, ya know, too ominous, right? Right!?
Your Careerscope - Today, June 27, 2008
Fear is upon you. Perhaps you fear change. Perhaps you fear stagnation. Perhaps you fear letting go of a job that no longer serves you. Don't be afraid! Have confidence that the universe supports you and will take care of you at all times.
Great, “fear is upon you.” Dun, dun, dun… No, really, that doesn’t sound too bad at all, I mean as far as horoscopes go, right? I mean, change happens every day, right? And, the tone isn’t, ya know, too ominous, right? Right!?
But Yay! At least the universe supports me.
Seriously, it really is time for a change. In fact I haven’t really posted much this week because I spent the better part of the last few days secured in my house with blankies, kitties and ice cream. I thought I was suffering from stress headaches or a migraine, but my Sweetness thinks I was depressed. Like in those “depression hurts” commercials--that kind of depressed. I’m still not entirely convinced, but the truth is—something’s gotta give. I work way too much, and I try to pack as much into my free time as possible. My body is revolting (tehe--Come on, Monty Python anyone?).
Change is a’ comin’. Big, fat, unavoidable change. I feel it in me bones, and let me tell you—I’m a’ skeered.
Seriously, it really is time for a change. In fact I haven’t really posted much this week because I spent the better part of the last few days secured in my house with blankies, kitties and ice cream. I thought I was suffering from stress headaches or a migraine, but my Sweetness thinks I was depressed. Like in those “depression hurts” commercials--that kind of depressed. I’m still not entirely convinced, but the truth is—something’s gotta give. I work way too much, and I try to pack as much into my free time as possible. My body is revolting (tehe--Come on, Monty Python anyone?).
Change is a’ comin’. Big, fat, unavoidable change. I feel it in me bones, and let me tell you—I’m a’ skeered.
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