I have that Uranus station aspecting my Moon. There’s so much going on, it’s a challenge to make heads or tails of it. Stuff comes at you so fast you just have to hit the balls back the best you can… on instinct, I suppose.
There are lulls in the action. I try to create them by going on a long walk each day but still there is a lot of information to process so today I called my sister for perspective.
She had a lot to say but I was struck by the end of the conversation, perhaps because it was the end of the conversation? She told me to watch my heart.
She explained that it took a long time for people to see me – “the real, Elsa”.
“It takes a few years, I’d say before someone can actually see you if they are going to see you. A lot people will never see you. It takes a certain kind of person who can do it and it takes them time. You’re just not there to be seen so make these people earn your friendship. Fuck it, they can earn it. Put a fake Elsa out there and let them deal with that until they can see the real person if they can see the real person…”
It’s good strong advice and I hope I can remember to follow it because I’ll tell you what I am sick of. I am sick of people making friends with my hologram and then acting as if I have murdered them the first time I defend a boundary.
Here’s the newsflash: I AM REAL.