Let it go, let it go…

There are so many emotions running through me right now that I cannot pick just one to express it. I feel like a Time Lord just before the regeneration. I literally feel how my chest is about to open and a beam of sparkling fire will burst out.

I might have mentioned, last week, that I had a hard week. Let me say just ha ha ha ha ha. Little did I know. Yeah… I’ve been feeding myself this week exclusively on frozen pizza and frozen vegetables in the oven. I feel like SuperMan on the inside – like I’m saving the world. Like I’m the only one who can save the world. I wonder if I might’ve gotten crazy, judging also on the dream that I had last night.

Also, you know what they say… the fastest way to get to hate something is to turn it into a profession. I mean, I didn’t get to turn it yet, literally, into a profession, but the reading material that keeps flowing ceaselessly in my astrology school group has made me a little… adverse… I mean, it was much more fun when I was doing it for fun. But maybe this is the point, that it should not be for fun, it should be serious business, metaphorically speaking. One thing I’m sure: it is much more effective as a way and not as a purpose.

Should I say what I dreamed last night? I can’t, really, I’m quite open-minded, but that thing was too much taboo even for me. I don’t even know where to start to search online for interpretations.

Remind me next time when I will have Jupiter transit to my 12th House to take a Sabbatical year. Lucky it only happens once in 12 years, so I have enough time to plan it, for 2029 ish. Pizza is ready! 🙂

I wonder if they will still recognize me after I will complete my regeneration. :))

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