I don’t believe in horoscopes. Or so I say out loud. I’m a little less sure of myself. In recent days, that Uranus in Taurus has been popping up everywhere. It is supposed to end a cycle that lasted seven or eight years. A period that was difficult, turbulent and exhausting for many. And now, like, something easier is coming. Better. Calmer. And then I catch myself thinking, “Okay, maybe really.”
I don’t expect the planets to solve my life
Not in the way that I expect the planets to sort out my life while I sit at home and wait. Rather like a small wind at your back. As a confirmation that not everything was in vain. That maybe a phase is really coming when it will be easier to breathe. Because, if I’m honest, the last year that was really good for me was 2018. And since then, it seems like something is constantly dragging. He stops for a while, then starts again. You pull yourself together a little, then start again. And now someone tells me that it was a cycle. I almost believe him too. Not because I believe in planets. But because I need some explanation.
Give your anxiety a name
I recently heard that people with anxiety know how to give their anxiety a name. As if it were a person. And then they tell her:
“No, Vesna, not today. I don’t have time for you.” And that helps them. It doesn’t solve the problem, but it puts it in place. It gives him a limit. It gives a sense of control. And I realized that I might be doing the same. I just named my phase “Uranus in Taurus”. Maybe I missed the address completely. Maybe it has nothing to do with the planets, but with years, decisions, losses, life that goes as it goes. Maybe it’s my own fault. Or deserved. Or all mixed up. But it’s easier for me when I name it somehow.
When I can say: “Okay, that was that period. Now something else is going on.” Maybe it’s autosuggestion. Maybe a placebo. Maybe pure stupidity. But honestly, who cares if it helps?
If it helps, it’s good
We live in a time where we are expected to understand, explain and control everything. And realistically, most of the time we’re just trying to get through the day without falling apart. If a horoscope will help someone, let it be a horoscope. If faith will help someone, let it be faith. If it’s going to help someone to call their anxiety Vesna and send her on hiatus, let it be Vesna. As long as it doesn’t take us to extremes, but helps us endure, I really don’t see a problem. I may continue to say that I don’t believe in horoscopes. But when I need a little hope, a little sense and a little easier breathing, I won’t complain too much if some Uranus brings it to me.
Until next time, maybe it’s not so much what we believe as what helps us endure.
Hug,
AND.
