A Brief Analysis of My Personality According to the Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need by Joanna Martine Woolfolk
I have sold all my belongings in order to move across or out of the country five times now, and I’m just 25 years old.
Crimson is a special color for the Scorpio. I am rarely without red lipstick, which is a source of conflict when he wants to kiss.
New Orleans, for the Scorpio, is a magical place. I remember standing in the middle of Bourbon Street during Jazz Fest 2012, soaking in all the whimsical noise, trying so hard to just, for a minute be still.
The pictograph is the stinger of the Scorpion. It happens to be the same symbol that, in ancient times, represented the phoenix. I am always lighting my life on fire, wanting to just feel something: a move across the country, a swift change in profession, an application to the peace corp, a graduate degree, maybe. Reinvention isn’t a waste of time-- it’s living as many lives as you possibly can in this short amount of time.
Even in my Catholic upbringing, I was drawn to the occult. I wanted to get my hands on tarot cards and ouija boards and I wanted someone to take me to a psychic because I wanted my palm to be read. In my adult life, I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of money on these things, even though I’ll say to my more science minded friends It’s just for fun.
I was hospitalized twice this past year, once for exhaustion when I had decided I was going to teach a 24/5 playwriting theatre intersession to my bouncy high schoolers and once for dehydration during my packing and moving and selling phase of my move from California to New York. The first time, in March, the Capricorn took me to Sedona, Arizona and he said Don’t do anything, just be and that made me fall in love with stillness.
My mother harped on us about flexibility when we were kids, which is ironic because she’s the most stubborn person I know. I know that what she said mattered, though, because I don’t know that there’s anything that could happen in any situation that would make me stop trying. I always keep going.
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