Blame it on Venus, the goddess of love, beauty and baubles.
AstroFlash August 2015
Tiara Time: All month long!
More, More, More: Aug. 4, 15
Me Me Me Me Me: Aug. 15
Bingo: Aug. 19-21
August is a paradox. One moment you’re prancing and sunbathing like a teenager, even daydreaming about a cute boy or three. The next, you’re going way overboard on something you’ve decided is good for you. And back and forth it goes.
Don’t even try to make sense of it. Place that tiara firmly on your head — you didn’t put it away in July, did you? – and have fun with it. Yes, fun. Yes, you.
The teenager bit is not due to hormones, this time. Blame it on Venus, the goddess of love, beauty and baubles. She’s in an uncommon condition called retrograde, which is putting a personal Wayback Machine at your disposal through Labor Day. Set the controls or let it travel wherever; it’s taking you on a tour of people and times that were once important to you. Memories, messages, actual contact — no matter how they show up, no matter how hot an old flame may still be (hey, it could happen), the true and lasting gift is discovering misplaced or forgotten bits of you, embarrassing hair dos and all. And if an old flame does reignite…cue Seals & Crofts’ “We May Never Pass This Way Again.” Or “Summer Nights” from Grease. Or both. Your call.
The going overboard bit enters the mix on the 11th. Moderation in excess becomes a way of life for the rest of the month. If X is good, the thinking goes, double X will be better. Or how about 10 x X? Or 100? Which leads to researching supplements and treatments till your eyes cross. Working out so hard you have trouble walking the next day. Going whole hog on new meal plans. Whirring your juice extractor till the motor gives out.
But August isn’t only ping-ponging between Memory Lane and trying to make up overnight for years of poor habits. Unfinished business is also scheduled to cross your path. Like disgustingly dirty laundry (metaphor alert!) that turns up in the back of the closet and requires a decision: Do I toss this or wash this? Or incomplete paperwork for your kid’s financial aid that spits out of a black hole. That sort of business. Gnarly. Annoying. Costly.
And yet, you’ll deal. Which frees up energy that’ll feed the ping-ponging. Which also deserves an atta-girl. Start mid-month by treating your inner child as royalty. (You are wearing the tiara, right?) Tell her she’s beautiful. (Just do it.) Get an unabashedly age-inappropriate manicure. Eat ice cream. Okay, maybe gelato. Okay, okay, maybe Italian ice.
Then take a deep breath (and a shot of something bracing, if you need it) and ask her what she really wants. Ask yourself what you really want. Hear the answers. Exhale. And watch the surprises roll in.