As a Leo, my ruling “planet,” the sun, transits a new zodiac sign each month. This summer, I realized that changes in my life emulated the trademarks of the corresponding season. As the fourth sign of the zodiac, Cancer is associated with home, family, and a maternal parent or caregiver. Cancers themselves are known to be complex and sentimental. In late June, I spent a week in the Midwest with my mother, and then moved into my first apartment post-graduation. To top it off, I returned to my roots in Brooklyn, the place of my birth and home to some of my extended family.
Leo season was dramatic and lived out loud. August 7th carried a lunar eclipse in Aquarius, my moon sign. In my birth chart, Aquarius rules over work, health, and daily routine. That week, I picked up two new jobs and, after an imbalanced night of sushi-sake, decided that alcohol isn’t as fun as it used to be. Who knew?
Virgo season was the opposite: analytical, reserved, and clean. I abided by a strict schedule for freelance work. I also started putting my belongings away in logical, predetermined places. Game changer.
Of course, these coincidences could also be explained by the timing of graduation in late spring, hiring cycles in the fall, my birthday, and the start of a new school year—which typically inspires people to get organized. But where’s the fun in that?
The fall equinox marks the beginning of Libra season. As the seventh house of the zodiac, Libra governs relationships and marriage. At the crisp, misanthropic age of 22, Marriage sounds like the title of a Stephen King novel-turned-movie that’ll put this generation’s Kathy Bates on the map.
In lieu of that thriller, and as Mercury enters Libra later this week, I’ve made it a point to examine how I communicate with others. So far that has meant calling my mom to ask her how to defrost chicken (yes, really) instead of Googling it. “You’re a college graduate? A contributing member of society?” you might ask. Yes, I am. And, I’ll have you know, a strategic one to boot. My mother is a Virgo, which basically means she loves helping people and hates sappy bullsh*t. So when I call her with a specific question (besides asking for money), it acts as a gateway into a really lovely conversation. This is the most beneficial manifestation of astrology: it teaches us to treat others the way they would like to be treated.
Symbolized by scales, people born under the sign of Libra are known for their sense of balance, peace, and diplomacy. They tend to be indecisive, because they like to fully ~weigh~ their options and appreciate the merits of each side. As a fire sign, I tend to burn holes in my wallet, and meals in the kitchen. Hopefully this month will inspire some measured reflection before spending and Seamless-ing. That is, after I see Solange in concert next week!
In the realm of personal development, I am learning to become more comfortable with living as a work in progress. My Virgo rising would have me live out my life in isolation, obsessing over every flaw until I vanquish it. Then, it would be onto the next thing I can’t bear to admit. But that’s no way to live. Self-development has to occur in the presence of others. The good news is, each and every one of us is faking it. So there’s nothing wrong with stumbling outside and running into fellow works-in-progress, varying in degrees of disarray. We all have messes to clean, names to earn, and things to prove.