Your Daily Horoscope: August 30, 2010
Taurus Apr. 20 – May 20
The idea that you can create states or conditions by picturing them in your inner eye is nothing new, Taurus. You may be in a position today in which you can prove it to yourself and realize in a very deep way that you have created the situation that you’re in now. What you want to do is to think about where you’d like to be in five years and hold on to that mental image for a short period of time. Don’t demand privileges you haven’t earned today.
Your Daily Lucky Color: Orange
Lucky Number: 80
Lucky Time of Day: 1pm
So THAT’S what I’ve been doing all this long time. Damn my inner eye. Because the states and conditions it pictures are often extremely unpleasant. Time to whip that little inner eye into shape and get it to picture way better stuff. Of course it’s true that we create the situation we’re in now – or at the very least we have complete control over how we react to it. Or BE in it.
Where would I like to be in five years? Well, most of all I would like to still be alive. If I’m not, then the question is much harder to answer. I would like to be at home, writing and painting with no sense of urgency to get anything done. Sounds like heaven to me.
What do you mean, there are privileges out there that I haven’t earned? Give them to me anyway, dammit!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa……
The only Aries I can think of is my brother.
I feel like I’m always creative, although the results of that creativity are another story entirely.
Normally I don’t like orange, but today I’m feeling strangely sympathetic towards it.
Eighty is a nice round fat little number.
And what was I doing at 1 p.m. today? I can’t remember, except that I’m sure I wasn’t involved in any horrendous disasters, so that of course is the best kind of lucky to be.
There are lots of emotions that bring tears to my eyes – joy, anger, sadness. Sappy commercials on tv can choke me up! Every movie I’ve ever seen has stirred up some kind of emotion – even if it’s just disgust. So I closed my eyes, spun myself around three times and just dizzily pointed at one from my random and incomplete list of tear jerkers.
Terms of Endearment
Dead Poets Society
The Deer Hunter
I guess the theme that causes me the most grief is ‘death’, although the tears are invariably 99% for the people left behind.
After that of course there is always the power of love theme which makes everything better and causes yet another blubbering breakdown.
And then someone tells me to ‘for gawdsakes get a grip’, and I make a mental note to avoid watching a movie with THAT jerk ever again.