I had to cancel a party due to strange circumstances and I took it as some sort of sign that a shift had occurred. The universe didn’t want me to have that party. Things like that were very potent at the time. I needed to be alone.
I started sneaking into an apartment pool down the street and swimming laps in the afternoons before work. I went on long solo bike rides seeking meaning in the scenery. I thought about sex constantly.
I applied for a program in Beijing that I knew I did not have the academic track record to be accepted into, but I didn’t know what else to do with myself. In the mean time, I played John Denver songs on the piano with my Scorpio rising neighbor who I didn’t really like, but hungout with anyway for some inexplicable reason.
When I received my rejection email, I threw myself face down on my bed. I let my breath condense all over my face until I couldn’t stand it. I got down on the floor and started to pray. I begged for purpose. Something to give my life meaning. I gave myself over to whatever it is you want to call it that people pray to.
Three weeks later my period was late. I was on my knees again hurling into Albert’s toilet.
“Are you sick?”
“I think I might be pregnant.”
So began the most transformational period of my life.
Where were you when your progressed moon went into Scorpio? How transformed were you?