Although I have been curious, intrigued, and even at times a dilettante practitioner of astrology in the past, I wouldn't say I quite hitch my wagon to the stars, fate-wise. But it's days like today that make me feel like something is up.
Why is it that sometimes the world is clear and shows its smiling face? At others even your oldest friends are frowning. No one feels connected. Calls go unanswered, you start wondering why. You talk and despair of anyone understanding you. You hear whispers and low talk. And then your horoscope gives you this:
PISCES
Feb. 19-March 20
The stupidest thing you can do this week is sulk, mope, and pout. Watch that you're not projecting your anxieties onto your relationships or it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Then you'll lose the ability to locate what you love about the people in your life. Get it together. *
Ahem. Right then. Of course. Everything in your mind that was sneaking around peeks its head out and rolls its eyes at you.
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