The Thing About Christmas

I hope this doesn't read like I'm phoning it in because almost everything I attempt nowadays comes out looking that way. 😑 Sorry about that. You have my word that I'll do my best. ✔ I want to confess to you that I canceled Christmas this year. ❌ Aside from having a few extra paid days off of work, the day came and went with no real acknowledgement from me. I didn't even want to watch my favorite Christmas movie of all time; A Christmas Story. My phone ringer has been off for over a month and it’s STILL off. 🚫 Truth is, the last few years have had a profound effect on how I view Christmas. My Yule-tide disgust level reached an all-time high last year as I listened to one of my friends repeatedly complain that his Christmas was “kinda lousy” because he didn't get any of the things he wanted. Was he serious? 🤔 How is a grown man, with children, gonna complain that no one gave him what he wanted? Every time I heard that pitiful Merry-Go-Whine, I wanted to scream; "If you want it, go get it yourself Dumb-Azz!"  'Pity party, calling pity party...party of one please.' ☝🏾 

I know that He is [supposed to be] the reason for the season, but you have to admit that for most folks, that day has become uncomfortably commercial. Things and more things are what it's all about now. To be frank, even if someone were to ask what I wanted for Christmas, I would have no idea. 💭 If I want it, I get it or I wait until I can afford it. 🤑 I have all of the tangible things I could ever want or need, it's the intangible things that continue to elude me. 🙁 And as I struggle to get my mental, emotional and physical health back on track, I hardly needed a laundry list of pricey things to buy for other people that I can't afford. Nope, I didn't need the added aggravation. In all fairness, this Ho-Hum Holiday Season was destined to be challenging for me, preordained almost. I had a strange allergic reaction to some unknown allergen the last day of work before the Christmas break. At 7:30AM, it was only a small swollen spot on my upper lip that I could feel but my co-worker couldn't see. By 12:30PM, my top lip quadrupled in size. Though I’m prone to exaggeration on occasion, with this claim, I do not exaggerate. I wouldn't have minded so much because I can really appreciate luscious lips👄 but in my case, the swelling was kinda cocked to one side, so my lip deformation was less like a juicy set of coffee-coolers and more like the African-American version of Quasimodo. My co-worker's initial morning reply went from, "I don't really see anything." to her afternoon reply of "Oh, girl!" as she slapped each one of her hands over both her cheeks. Of course that had to be the day that every co-worker I hadn't seen or talked to in months wanted to have a nice long chat with me. 🤐 I was so tired of holding my hand in front of my face every time I had to leave my desk, I just ended up leaving 2 hours early that day. 😔

I want to wrap this up with an ending more positive than the beginning. ☹ I guess I’m trying to say that material things are superficially unimportant clutter. 🥺 I'm not gonna self-righteously sit here and claim that my childhood Christmases weren’t huge and wonderful, filled with bikes, Barbies™ and baby dolls. 👶🏽 I just don't remember ever whining and complaining about what I didn't get, even as a child. 😦 However, I accept that it may be that my parents were just really good at picking out our gifts, just maybe.  I guess a better ending to this would be that a good life isn’t defined by periodic acquisitions of big things but rather, an appreciation of the multitude of “little” things, like waking up every morning, freedom of choice & expression, the blessing of loving & being loved and everything in-between.  

Sorry folks...that's all I got. 

http://chaunybaby.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/the-thing-about-christmas/

Fish Folk

This won't be a full-fledged entry, just a little snippet to show you I have no intention of neglecting you. 😉 I've freed myself of emotional vampires🧛 and opened my eyes to the true love♥  that cocoons me. ❤ It might be too early to tell, but I might just be getting my GrOoVe bAcK. 💋 I'm starting to re-appreciate the enormity of the barrage of blessings in my life. Last Friday on a Team Outing at an enormous aquarium, I even had an unexpected good time with my brand new my co-workers. 👥 I guess I should've known I would enjoy it. 😁 Being a water sign, that was gonna be a good time no matter how you slice it. 😄  I marveled at the true beauty in all of God's creatures and in their well-kept aquarium too. 

Now for the only other exercise as therapeutic to me as blogging, video-making.🎥 Enjoy!

Fish Folk (video)

Speed-Addicted Movie Maniac

So MANY things have happened since I last wrote but I'll just concentrate on one. Gotta stay focused. 😐 This won't take long, I'm just trying to get my groove back. 😊 Today was a good day.  I had the distinct pleasure of driving in an automobile wolf pack to and from work today. If you've ever ridden in a vehicle I'm driving, you know how much I love to give dirty looks to the Weekday "Sunday" drivers as I zoom passed them. 🚘  Even if I'm fortunate enough to find a group of equally-yoked speed demons👿 to *OR* from work, I rarely have the opportunity to find a group to *AND* from work. I know I'm too old for that kind of behavior but I just can't help it. 😞 There is something about the speed, maneuvering and adrenaline that I find absolutely exhilarating. 😁 You should've seen it, we were like a scene straight out of The Fast and the Furious, the geriatric version. 👵🏾 To me, it's a fast-paced, heart-thumping good time. 😄 Speaking of heart-thumping, my cardiac stress test came out well. Aside from a slightly rapid heartbeat, my heart is normal. 🫀 I had one of the latest appointments of day and the super sweet Ashley Judd lookalike nurse that administered the test, said my results were the best they had all day. 😏  Honestly, that wasn't much of a comfort since no one in the waiting room appeared to be under the age of 85. 👴🏾 Ever see the movie Cocoon? That's what that waiting room looked like. So I have a better heart than Betty White?  Fabulous. And while my cardiologist beamed with excitement over the results of my test, he DOUBLED the medication I was taking for another worsening medical condition. 👩🏾‍⚕️ Oh well, you have to take what you can, when you can, any which way you can.  I don't know if you're familiar with cardiac stress tests but it's where they attach your bare chest to an electrocardiogram (or ECG) and you walk (or run) on a treadmill for as long as you can, while they gradually increase the speed and steepness as they monitor your heart. 🫀 Then, you lay down as quick as you can so the nurse can do a sonogram of your heart while it's beating super fast.  It was so cool and weird to actually see my heart beat like that. My giant eyeballs went dry because I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen.  I didn't want to miss one minute of it. 👀 Beating hearts don't look like I'd imagined. They look like the hatching spawn of the creature from the Alien movies about to rip itself out of your chest...and you know I'm ALL about Science Fiction. 👽 I was relieved that I'd started walking at work a few weeks earlier on my own, otherwise, I would have embarrassingly crashed a lot earlier. I was embarrassed enough. My poor nurse. I can't think of anything more frightening than the sight of a busty, bra-less chubby chick running on a treadmill with an 'open in the front' hospital gown. 😬  "Cruel and unusual punishment." 😵 Yeah, I'm not much for running, bra'd or bra-less. While I greatly admire the Chariots of Fire fitness fiends of the species, I'm never gonna run again unless I'm being chased by a monster, murderer or twister. 🌪

(If you haven't figured it out by now, you can click on the live links above for a quick movie education.)

°Special thanks to IMDb.com, with which this pointless entry would not be possible. 😄

http://chaunybaby.wordpress.com/2011/12/01/movie-maniac/

Stress Test Mess

Originally Posted on October 25, 2011

I'm grateful for a clear morning. 😊 The fog yesterday morning was that of horror movie severity. For most of my ride to work, I could literally only see a few feet in front of my headlights. Being the chronic Leadfoot Lucy I am, I hardly let ridiculously poor visibility change anything. 🥶 And though I pushed through the dense fog like a foolhardy daredevil😈, I can honestly say that my heart beat so hard and fast that it felt like it would burst out of my chest. 🫀 I even noticed an almost as crazy speed-demon using me as the vehicular fog-tester, as they stayed dangerously close to my bumper. 😳 I was one inconveniently placed stalled car away from speedbilly heaven. 😵 Every time I got to a place where I could see more than 10 feet in front of me, I made an audible sigh of relief. 😮 I was almost to work when it dawned on me that my action adventure, practically suicidal morning drive, is a metaphorical parallel to the way I'm living life nowadays.

　

Flashback to a few days ago at work. I had a quaint little visit with a dual decade friend. 😕 While there is tons of history between us, recent months have been really rollercoastery. 🙁 As I sat and listened to all the wonderful things he did and does for all his other friends, I thought to myself I'm not sure I could count on him to be like that for me. 😒 I have always regarded him as one of my very best friends but there have been times recently that I could have used one measly word of encouragement from him and he was nowhere to be found. 🧍🏾‍♀️ Of course, that forced me to reexamine all significant relationships in my life. 🧐 Who REALLY can be counted on when the chips are down? Who would put aside petty pride to see you through your time of need? Who are the ones that can truly see things outside their own little world? 🖕🏾 And I'm not talking about someone that should sit and listen to a barrage of whining, cry baby complaints and general patheticness...because I wouldn't do that either. Save that garbage for the city dump. ⛔ In the end, it's up to me pull myself out of the doldrums of an unhappy existence. ♥ Nobody else but me. I know that. But it sure is nice to know that you have somebody that will truly have your back, no matter what. Thankfully, I have a precious little group of such people, just not all the ones you'd expect.

　

Flash forward to my mindset post primary care visit yesterday afternoon. Just like my doctor's visit a month ago, my medical prognosis was not good at all. 👩🏾‍⚕️ It seems I've done myself a grave disservice by deciding to internalize everything for the sake of seeming brave. 😖 My heart feels as if it will beat right out of my chest every time I start to think about all the negativity around me. 🥵 Every night for months now, I lay in bed still as a statue,trying desperately to slow my heart rate down. 🫀 Nothing seems to work. As my examination yesterday concluded, I have a dangerously high heart rate which I now have to be medicated for, in addition to several other stress-related illnesses. 😖 I have to go to another check-up in two months plus schedule a stress test with a cardiologist. Stress test, how aptly named. 😫 I eat better now, drink a lot less and even exercise (yeah, ME) and still I'm living my life like I'm dangerously pushing through an intense fog, not knowing what to expect next and worrying the whole way. I don't dare cry for fear of opening up the floodgates and not being able to close them. 😭 I haven't really cried for months and I probably won't for several more. 😢 I'm hoping that some random art projects and a couple more pathetic blogs will help me relieve some of my anxiety.

　

So what's the conclusion of this sordid story of stress and cardiovascular strain? 🫀 Decompress by disengaging. While I'm all for forgiveness for the repentant, I'm also a huge proponent of cutting out all elective toxicity. 🤢 I don't care who you are; family, friend or fog, I mean, foe. 🤭 If you take out more than you put in, I'm cutting all emotional attachment to you. If you are a malignant growth on my psyche, you'll forever be a complete "non issue" to me. 😒 I can't keep carrying this weight while waiting for a fairytale ending that simply isn't going to happen. So to echo the sentiment of the first sentence of this entry, I'm grateful for a clear morning. 😊 I'm done being angry. I'm done carrying the weight of the self-centered few on top of my knotted up shoulders. I'm done trying to repair irreparable relationships. I'm really done. 🤥 After months of worry, doctor appointments and discontent, I'm positive that 'being done' is the way to go because my heart tells me so, literally. ❤

http://chaunybaby.wordpress.com/2011/10/25/stress-test-mess/

Song of the Broken Bird

I’m not really in the mood to write today, I just need to get this one on the books. 📚 The world has very few good listeners and even if I were privy to one, I doubt I’d partake.  No, writing is best. 🖥 The tone of this entry may seem a little dark to you but things are the way they are and I am who I am. 😣 A stress management assessment I took yesterday at work concluded that I needed to participate in more hobbies that help me mentally and emotionally decompress. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t blogged for a while now. Blogging is absolute therapy for me and I’d all but abandoned it. 😞 Me, the self-appointed Blog Queen. 👸🏾 Truth is, I haven’t felt like my usually jovial, clever and optimistic self and you know how much I hate to blog-bitch & moan. All-Too-Honest Alert: I don’t like looking or feeling weak and will do almost anything to avoid it. 🚫 Then I realized that there might be something quietly courageous about admitting to the whole wide world (and web), that not only am I flawed, I’m broken. 💔 I would also like to confess that the woman I am today is a complete concoction of my own creation. Does that mean that I’m a figment of my own imagination? The answer is yes. But it also doesn’t mean that I’m not real too. 🤏🏾 Though I’ve been rather successful at smiling through the pain lately, I think my internal demons are resulting in me not handling my stress very well. My primary care physician agrees. 😒 Repentantly Repetitious Alert: I’m not especially inspired to write today, so I hope this won’t end up being total a blog bust. My sincere advanced apologies if it does. 😐 I’ll just try to literarily exorcise my demons 😈 and see what happens. 🧐  At the very least, I should feel a great bit freer afterwards. ☺ Hopefully. 🥺

~

I’m not too ashamed to admit that the origins of me were at times painful, violent and hopeless. ☹ Despite how that might read, those ingredients can also be the foundation of a strong, confident and independent-in-thought human being. I am flawed but a complete original. 😧 Corny Cliché Alert: I can get through ANYTHING if I put my mind to it. I know that. I’m very proud of that. You know me, I just have to write it out sometimes. 😩 When I see my inner most emotions, good and bad, freely exposed on my computer screen, I begin see what my next move should be. I guess I’m saying that being a broken bird isn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it can be quite beautiful if you choose it to be. Being a broken bird can transform your challenging character complexities into someone courageous and unique. 💯 (Yep, I’m really saying that about myself. 😁) Now off I go to embark on the treacherous terrain of human emotion, struggle and rebirth. “Persevere through the Pain”……..……..I know, I know, that was pretty cheesy.  Damn…this was a lot more morose than I intended. ☹ I’m really very sorry about that y’all. I guess I need to work a little more on myself before I decide to pen another “delightful” entry like this one. 🥴 Well, either that or next time I’ll write about what it was like to find out that Santa Claus isn’t real and how I felt when my first dog died. 😬 Yeah, that’ll be a real cheerful read for the family. Sad. How can I fix this melancholy mess? 🤔 Oh! I know! 😄 Momentarily Fictitious Alert:  Broken birds are a real barrel of laughs and a must have for any child’s birthday party. 🥳 (All major credit cards accepted.)

http://chaunybaby.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/song-of-the-broken-bird/

ForGive and Receive

Love hard, laugh harder and live life like there's no tomorrow...because really, there might not be. 😬 Like so many entries before this one, the catalyst for my blog inspiration comes from a rocky relationship patch. 🙁 Truthfully, I don't have any real direction for this entry. 😑 However, if I don't purge some of this negativity, injected into my life through the actions of others, my unforgiving stress break-outs will have me looking like the human version of The Rocky Mountains.  I'll just take the infamous write & see approach and see if anything 'readable' sticks. 🤭 I make you no promises. 😉

I’ve been VERY disappointed with a few folks lately.  Mind you, some of them are people that I've 😍loved for over half my life. 🥰 Sadly, I often find myself asking the same damn questions. 😐 Why do I continue to give people chances when they are clearly undeserving? Why do I allow myself to be disappointed by people that act like they could give two-shucks about what I'm upset about? Why do I love so hard when others seem to hardly love? 🤔 Is it because I'm a fool? 😔 Is it because I'm a fool for love? 🙁 Me? 😧 Yeah, not likely. 😒 But I will admit that my hope for a positive outcome sometimes supersedes my ability to see "the situation" for what it really is. 😶 Even then, my hope for the hopeless can run out like water from a well. Yep y'all, my well is bone dry. 🦴 And I think that's okay too. 👌🏾

For me, the last few weeks have been wrought with emotional promise and disappointment. 👎🏾 My last few thoughts have been ravaged by hope and disgust. 😤 My last few notable experiences have been with the love of my life and the bane of my existence. 😠 When I considered all of that wasted energy and overabundant hurt, it made me want to lock my heart with a Brinks™ brand double-bolt lock and bury the key in the backyard of that stinky old lady with too many hairy moles. Yes, enough personal upset to bury the key to my heart in the graveyard of neighborhood kids' lost balls. ⚽️🏀🏈 Now that's bad...and sad. 😢

Then, being the Hopeful Horoscope Honey I am, I read this:

"The Judgment card suggests that my alter ego is The Compassionate One, whose superpower lies in revelation of my life and worldly events. I will reflect a sense of gratitude for my life and those involved by showing humility, forgiveness and charity. By doing so, I feel a strong redemption for past events -- a great liberating feeling. I have punished myself enough and am free at last. Clearing the conscience through forgiving yourself and others can bring an overwhelming sense of peace and joy."

I really wasn't feeling all that charitable or forgiving when I read that but a few days later, I read this:

"The Five of Chalices card suggests that my power today lies in a crossroads. I am not alone. I intend to let go of despair or nostalgia and I choose to make peace with loss or express mourning in order to move forward. I release the rut of regret and the fear of tomorrow to make way for forgiveness, pleasure, beauty, and hope. I am empowered by my conscience and my gift is forgiveness."

So, I guess the moral of this post is this; There is always hope for the seemingly hopeless as long as forgiveness reigns. 👑 In the words of the great Mahatma Gandhi; "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." 💪🏾 But in the words of the great Me; "Those worthy of forgiveness will eventually be seen as such. Those unworthy, can go straight to hell." 🔥 Despite how that might read, I mean it in the most loving of possible ways. ♥😐♥ Scout's honor. 🤚🏾 But keep in mind, I was only a Girl Scout for a year or two. ✌🏾

Free Fem-Bot Wannabe

"It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." 💕 What a load of crap! 😠 I've loved and lost a few times and it was never 'better' than anything. In fact, it sucked...hard. 😞 Yesterday however, when recounting my last amorous effort, while sunbathing in hopes of being Hershey™ dark chocolate brown by September, I suddenly had an epiphany that resulted in overwhelming feelings of exuberance, clarity and freedom. 😊 Unlike amorous efforts of days long past, this last time, I really did everything I could to make it work. I was caring, honest and loving, though maybe a little manic at times. 😏 I was very upfront about what I needed from them (Communication, mainly) and I offered to do whatever *I* could to make sure that they had what they needed from me too.😶 My offer even included examining (and RE-examining) my own erratic personality to keep that from interfering with relationship progress. 💓 Look, I'm not saying that I did everything right, in fact, I can recall a few things that I may have done wrong. I'm just saying that I did everything that was humanly possible for ME to do...and it still didn't "work out". Now really think about that for a minute. 😧💭 This is NOT an old love story where you should have done this or said that. 😟 This is NOT one of those times where you knew you could've given more back then, but you just didn't feel like it at the time. 😐 This is NOT a Tale of Woe brought on by the fact that you took things for granted when you probably could have turned them around. 👥 This is an instance where you can TRULY say to yourself, "I gave it ALL I HAD and it just wasn't enough". Where can you reasonably go with a relationship after a realization like that? Exactly, nowhere! 😡 That's the °period° at the end of an exhaustively long run-on sentence. 😳 Can you imagine how incredibly liberating that is? 😁 After your (self) emancipation from emotional (self) enslavement, the proverbial dark clouds⛈ part and the ever-glowing beacon of positivity suddenly consumes the sky, bathing all of God's glorious creatures in bright light💡. (Sorry for the exhaustively long run-on sentence. 😜) My conscious is clear. My good deeds are done. My best efforts did not yield fruit in THAT instance. I can't turn back time and if I could, I truly couldn't see myself doing anything any different. 😐 I'm not claiming that every break-up has a silver lining. Frankly, I hate that feeling of loss and failure because it can be so depressingly all-encompassing sometimes. 😖 Hell, if I could choose an alternate ego for myself, I'd probably choose to be an unemotional Fem-Bot with exceptional manners and a great azz. Truthfully though, I'm doing the very best I can with what I've got. 😢 Don't get me wrong, I love♥ every kind of LOVE, I truly do. ❤ I love♥ learning positive things about myself when suffering from any kind of loss. I love♥ that I can bravely face the future without whining about an unchangeable past. I love♥ that I feel happy, blessed and totally where I should be in life. I'm right on track and at peace. 💟 I did what I could and now that story is ready for the history books. (Filed under Fabulously Free Fem-Bot Wannabes. 🤖) I am free from regret. I am free from hurt. I am free from longing. I am blessedly, happily, thankfully and immeasurably FREE......until I fall for the next clown. 🤡

I'm FREE!

ChaunyBaby Astrological User Guide 4.0

Introduction

In my ever-evolving quest to understand myself, I've learned a lot of things that may offer explanations into my enigmatic personality. Be it metaphysical, conventional, spiritual, philosophical, astrological or psychological, there is no realm I would NOT explore if it could possibly offer some insight into my quirky mindset. I sometimes lean toward astrological insight because those answers seem to be more "tangibly" here & now, for ME personally. 😉 Throughout my research, there are things I've discovered (and rediscovered) about myself that are true, reassuring and even a little disturbing at times. But then again, I'm a pretty complex chick, so complex responses shouldn't be much of a surprise.  Anyway, for this latest exercise in understanding my unique inter-workings, I've decided to go the astrological route to seek answers. The planet placement in my chart (astrology jargon), reveal not only enlightening answers about myself, but how others may see me. 🤔 The vastly edited details of my chart indicate that I'm a Cancer Sun, Libra Moon, Gemini Venus, Mars in Aquarius & Scorpio Rising. (Talk about a mixed bag of "Huh?!" )

　
Getting Started (Understanding The Features)

Cancer Sun, Libra Moon [The Sun represents our conscious mind. The Moon represents our deepest personal needs, basic habits, reactions and our unconscious.] The combination Cancer Sun and Libra Moon creates a curious blending of independence and dependence, an entwined network of contradictions. The Cancer side wants to withdraw and become emotional; the Libra reaches and can remain detached and analytical. There is a constant pull between sheer objectivity and intense emotionalism. (Confusingly true.) This combination wants, and in fact needs, companionship. Nonetheless, it's hard for them to give much of themselves, being sensitive and a trifle introverted. (Perhaps true.) They seem to absorb other people with a charm that makes them readily respond to anyone. (Charismatically true.) Socially, they are winners, but more so in large gatherings than in twosomes or small groups. In many ways, they are romantics. However, there is a strong self-protective mechanism between them and others. They seem to keep everyone at arm’s length with a certain suspicion and analytical cleverness. (Questionably true.) They have an innate ability to see all the strengths and flaws in those around them, and unless they find few or no weaknesses in a person, it will be very difficult for anyone to penetrate their barrier and get very close to them. (Impenetrably true.)


Venus in Gemini, Mars in Aquarius [The Venus-Mars combination reveal a lot about a person's romantic style. (I should probably leave this one out...oh, WTH…)] In love, they are youthful, intelligent, spirited, mostly cool-headed and are drawn to partners with these same qualities. They need a certain amount of space-freedom of movement, both physically and mentally in any relationship. Restrictive or possessive partners turn them off. (Suffocatingly true.) Their mind needs to be stimulated in order for their passions to engage. They are really quite rational when it comes to expressing themselves emotionally. They offer their partners a certain level of freedom to be who they are, and they appreciate the same in return. (Reciprocatingly true.) They consider communication to be a key "ingredient" in relationships. (Unquestionably true.) They respond most lovingly to verbal expressions of interest and affection. They are turned off by partners (or potential partners) who are uncommunicative. As long as there is what they consider to be an open and flowing communication between themselves and their partner, they feel loved and appreciated. (Unmistakably true!) There is a transient quality to them that keeps others guessing, and perhaps not always trusting that they will stick around. (Possibly true.)

 

Scorpio Rising [The Rising sign (or Ascendant) refers to an individual's natural reaction to new people/ situations and how others view them.] Scorpio Ascendant people have a lot of presence. (Absolutely True.) There is something about them that tells the world that they are not to be pushed around. Their manner commands respect, and in some cases, fear. In fact, some of them are confused when faced with the fact that they get such strong reactions from others. (Sadly, true.) Scorpio rising natives have a piercing stare. They seem to look right through people, seeing through superficiality. This can be quite intimidating to some, and intriguing to others. The Scorpio rising female is a mystery, to herself and to others. (Undeniably true.) Passion is something a relationship with a Scorpio rising will never lack--be it as a screaming match or an all night party for two. The Scorpio rising aspect can give way to a short temper, so when they are pissed off, people know it because their words hurt. (Razor-tonguely true.) They will use anything that they know or think of the person they are mad at, to hurt them. This all happens so fast because it's their Scorpio temper talking, and although they mean it in terms of how mad they are; they don't mean it. They sometimes feel sorry after they've reviewed all the things that they have said and eventually apologize but not for their feelings. (Unapologetically true.)

　

Troubleshooting

I realize this kind of "information" isn't for everyone and I completely understand and respect that. I just don't care much. 😒 Frankly, I feel the fewer people that believe this stuff, the more of an advantage I believe myself to have. I mean really, who couldn't use an advantage every now and then? Besides, I've always been a strong proponent of gathering all the information you can, from every conceivable source, edit out what doesn't apply and draw your own conclusions.  There's a grain of truth in almost everything, you just have to decide what your truth is. 😌 All that I've shared with you here is a teeny-tiny bit of MY truth, a mere blip on the screen of my life. 🤏🏾 And for the record, I'm not boastfully touting that anyone should/ would necessarily care about my truth, my beliefs or how I personally "tick" 🧠 but this literary purging of personal astrological insight helps ME to understand MYSELF better. Let's face it, a chick like me can use all the help she can get, 😁 no matter the source.

　

　
Index:

www.astrology-numerology.com
http://www.cafeastrology.com
http://www.astroknowlogy.com
http://www.serendipity-astrolovers.com
http://tribes.tribe.net/risingscorpio/thread/1f1c0920-dc53-4fb1-81ad-a631b6c7ebae

Hopeful Horoscope Honey

I have officially let go of some things and people that serve no positive purpose in my life anymore. 😒 (Yes, AGAIN! 🙄) I woke up this morning feeling free of exhausting emotional anchors, which was later confirmed by my two eerily accurate horoscopes for today. 😖 Check these out:

Nichelle! Here is your Daily Relationship Tarot Card for Friday, July 22

   "The Four of Swords suggests that you might feel isolated as the result of a previous heartbreak or hurt. This is not the moment to react or cut loose. Your willingness to be receptive to circumstances no matter how harsh is what will ultimately revitalize your self-image. You can get back in the game and bounce back better than ever, but you need to wait for a sign of encouragement. Bide your time wisely, tune out negativity and slow down. Seek a retreat so you can recover your nerve, and don't be so hard on yourself." 

🙁

Here is your Daily Tarot Card for Friday, July 22

   "The Ten of Swords card suggests that my power today lies in acceptance. It's over and done in no uncertain terms. I recognize, surrender to or accept the finality of the truth or consequences in order to look to the future or have "changed my mind." I let go of all attachment or resistance to sustaining conditions that don't work or are out of my hands. ° "Et tu brute?" I can't move forward by beating a dead horse. It's the last word so put a period on it and move on. I am empowered by truth and consequences and my virtue is liberation or release from suffering, uncertainty or victimhood." 

😓

Lick it, put a stamp on it and send it on its way. 📬 I now have all the internal tools I need to move forward in a new, positive and encouraging direction. Yep, it's all over except the crying. 😑 Time for peace☮, love💜 and a future filled with all the trappings of a good life, filled with great people that I love and who love me back (in the way I need them to). 🤞🏾

 **Bracing for all the good stuff that follows this day.**  

💋

° "Et tu brute?"