The ability to make decisions is not... Hm. It is not a skill that I have honed, really. It feels more like a blunt too that I have some capacity to wield — some. But it's awfully heavy and awkward most of the time. Perhaps it's also akin to an ill-fitting shirt. I can wear it and —
According to my horoscope app (my favorite tool to deflect responsibility), I should have felt a shift on Sunday — that I may no longer feel frustrated about lack of growth opportunity. I think it means in my personal life, rather than my professional one. I might feel that way because some business stuff has been moving forward since well before Sunday...
Or I may feel it because it also advised: "Blocking him may temporarily relieve your frustrations, but it won't address your deeper issues related to growth and pleasure. The only way out is through." Goodness gracious, dear little app. Don't be so on the nose.
But regardless of whether it's personal, professional, or periodical, I hope that's true because I — well. It's complicated. Perhaps I don't want it to be true true. Who am I if I'm not stuck in life? If I'm forced to make a decision in how to move forward? Circular thinking.
While I'm documenting horoscopes, here's a favorite from last week: "The first time you dream about someone is the first time you fall in love with them."