I was attracted because it looked like it would work, beautifully. I was repulsed when the thing caught on the pill and became hard to turn.
“What are old people with arthritis supposed to do?” I asked, opening the device to look at the unimpressive early results.
Ultimately, I put the device back together and I crushed the pill. I used force to grind it down.
These transits have me feeling like a pill-crusher. I don’t want to leave a job half-done at this time. I don’t want to set a goal or make a decision, and then stop when there are still chunks that are supposed to be powder.
I’m tired of having recurring problems. When I ground that pill down, it was safe to say, I’d never see it in pill form again. I want the same situation when it comes to things that have plagued me for years.
I think this is a Saturn in Scorpio thing. Dead means dead as a doornail. Transformed, means transformed and there is no going back.
I feel this is stark, but relieving. My Libra Mars is horrified by such decisive action, but it’s just got to be.
Who can relate?