A little over a week ago at a cohousing general meeting, Amber led an activity just to break up the policy discussions. She began by dividing us up by our birthday months – Jan/Feb here, Mar/Apr there, etc… As I joined my March/April groupies, I was shocked at the exclamations of “Oh, are you a Taurus or an Aries?” and “I figured you were an Aries” and “Can you believe I married a Scorpio?” These are professionals all of which have had post-secondary education and yet here they were excitedly divulging their belief in the Zodiac.
“You’re thinking quite a bit about your future and how things are going, so see if you can get yourself into a quiet corner where you can ponder what comes next. Things are looking up!”
but if I were a Sagittarius:
“Your mind is sharp today, and you should be able to figure out even the weirdest ideas today. Apply yourself to the hard stuff, as you never know when your mental energy is going to wane.”
or if I were an Aries:
“You should find that people are easier to get along with today, thanks to some great energy that brings you closer together socially. It’s a good time to build bridges and to check in with distant allies.”
None of these counsel morsels are uniquely helpful in anyway. When should I not be thinking about my future or not applying myself or building bridges? What’s worse is that they are so self-focused, all about me succeeding and little regard for the other or growing through suffering. Success is defined by good days and bad days.