August was an icky month

I read horoscopes. I like them, but when I read my August horoscopes from my two favorite astrologers–Oscar Cainer and Susan Miller–neither of them predicted an especially good month for me. I didn’t get discouraged. It’s not like July was all that great. So, I decided to just pull up my girl panties (something my daughters say) and wade through whatever came up. And I have to say, August was like wading through knee-deep mud. Nothing to brag about. And it wore me out and made me grumpy. HH swears that even then, I’m charming and wonderful to live with. There’s a reason I love the man. He doesn’t live in the real world–at least, where it concerns me.

The beginning of September came, and I was almost afraid to read my horoscope. But I’m so glad I did. September, according to the planets, is supposed to be much nicer to me. My ruling planet Venus is moving forward again, not retrograde, as of today, the third. Life is supposed to get easier, happier. And I’m ready. August felt like two steps forward, one step back.

I know my blog is usually about writing, but mood and happiness AFFECT my writing. And August was a struggle. I considered taking some time off, but I’m not good at twiddling my thumbs, so I just chugged along. Slowly. So, I’m writing my blog today to celebrate that August is OVER. Most years, I love the month. This year, not so much. But it wasn’t August’s fault. The planets did their best to mess with almost every sign.

Today, I’m saying WELCOME to September! I hope it’s a good month for all of you!

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