I can’t see into the future so I can’t claim to know what 2014 will bring, but I do know them horoscopes.
I see you judging.
If you must know, I read them for my amusement. You know me, I can’t get enough of amusement. Not now, not never!
The condensed version of my annual fortune had some interesting and some forgettable points.
The good: something about my dazzling powers of attraction, the lunar eclipse igniting my house of passion and that i’ll be takin’ care of business.
The bad/ugly: exploring my inner landscape is supposedly a form of journeying that may prevent me from globe trotting until mid-july -what the duck should I do about that mid-march trip to Morocco oh wise cosmos?
I didn’t exactly start the year with a pep in my step, in fact it’s been the opposite. I haven’t seen the inside of my yoga studio in weeks and I’m struggling to believe its possible for a human being to be this tired.
But I’m going with it, no judgement.
You wait and see, my unbridled passion will ignite from a catnap.