Talking about the sign of the progressed moon on the boards today. Some people mentioned being miserable in Virgo. Well, not so much miserable, but uncomfortable. Need to be correct in my representation for Virgo’s Sake!
The other day I was thinking about my own experiences under the progressed Virgo moon. I briefly mentioned it here.
My progressed moon was in Virgo when I was 24. That was the year I started counting the hours. I was working at a coffee shop and consistently picking up shifts for anyone who asked. I didn’t see it as me doing them a favor. I saw it as them giving me more money, but I was also not ignorant to the fact that I came out looking helpful.
I was pulling overtime all the time. I was worn out. I would come home from work and count out on my fingers how many hours until I had to go back, trying to determine when to go to bed so I could get the minimum amount of sleep necessary to function. The answer was usually two hours before I got home.
Sometimes I would secretly get high. Sometimes I would eat. Sometimes I would pull my shoes off and pass out in my clothes sprawled across the bed. Then I would wake up and count the hours again. I would look at the digital alarm clock on the floor by the foot of the bed and count. 3:58…3:58, that’s almost 4. I have to be at work at 7. Let’s see… 4 to 5…5 to 6… 6 to 7. That’s 3 hours. I need 20 minutes to get ready. That 3 minus 20 mins, that’s 2 hours and forty mins. Back to sleep.
I would wake up with my alarm and start shaving things off my routine. I need 20 minutes to get ready but if I don’t take a shower, I only need 13. Hit the snooze. I need 13 mins to get ready, but if I skip breakfast and get dressed as fast as I can, I only need 7. Snooze.
I would wake up at the last possible minute after 3 or 4 hellish snooze sessions and fly into work by the seat of my pants. Then the counting would start again. Ok, just four more hours and I get a lunch break. Then it was four more hours and I get to go home and do it all again.
Sometimes I would catch myself looking at a clock and tapping my fingers against my leg counting, but to when? I didn’t know, it just became a habit. There was always a set time I had to be somewhere and I counted it out compulsively on my fingers.
Where were you when your progressed moon was in Virgo? Were you nervous? Maybe just a little bit?
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