break 9

i’m not sure what it is about this season, or maybe this year, darlings. i feel busier than usual, more often, and having a weekly writing obligation only makes that feeling stronger. libras are social creatures, they say, flitting from one engagement to the next, always something different, always beautiful.

(but we are more than our sun signs: we are the sum of our natal chart, and we are the sum of every experience we’ve had.)

this seems to be my central struggle this year, the desire to be with myself against the desire to be with my friends. i don’t have any answers for it; it’s just something on my mind this libra season. we’ll try this again next week, okay?