If the zodiac was a castle, you’d be the trap door. If the zodiac was a rave, you’d be the ecstasy. If the zodiac was an airplane crash-landing in the water, you’d be that big bouncy house thing that inflates out the door.
Do you feel me? When you’re uncomfortable, you want out. Too bright, too loud, too real. Bye bye. It’s totally cool that you’re looking for the escape hatch a solid 54% of your waking hours (not an actual statistic). It makes all kinds of sense that you sometimes need a way out.
You’re an endless supply of love, generously doling out kindness to your kids, partner, friends, co-workers. Just remember to pick an escape hatch that will help keep your head clear, not muddy the waters.
So, yoga over RedBull & vodka. Deep breaths over opiates. An actual piece of fruit over the whole bottle of fruity gummy bear vitamins you keep trying to hide from yourself.
Choose the good stuff, not the sludge, so you can keep swimming.
Hey, Virgo, hey. Details are fun, right? Holy crap. SO MANY DETAILS.
Your worst nightmare is that sacred-mountain-silent-and-solitary-meditation trip you see advertised in yoga magazines.
Here’s something to keep in mind: Venus and Gemini are meeting up for coffee.
You’ve got a bumpin’ planet squad in your solar fourth house and that means it’s a helluva good time to call up your friends and grill some steaks.
Venus borrowed your boyfriend jeans and plans on hanging around a while.
Sometimes you stay up at night wondering what, exactly, that one guy meant when he said that thing that time.
Keep your water bottle handy, and check now and again to make sure you still have all your teeth.
We gotta talk, Capri-pants. We gotta talk about you letting your hair down.
I bet you had more than one abacus in your past life, Aquarius.
Here’s one thing to consider: everyone has faults, but not everyone gets to tell you what they think yours are.
Try to remember relaxation and boredom are not the same thing. You can cool out, and still be productive.