My ruler is Uranus.

Hey guys. Sorry I haven’t written this week. I have been feeling like this Degas. Actually, someone at work told me that my expression matched hers. And then I took a closer look at the painting. Lo and behold.

That’s me.

I’m an Aquarius. And while I don’t put a lot of stock in Astrology, I have read “Your ruler is Uranus” in almost every ‘scope about my sign. Recently, I was reading that Uranus is up to some funny business. So. Maybe that’s it.

Anyway, I truly am using all my emotional reserves beyond their limits. Instead of being brave, putting myself out there, auditioning, going to classes, hunting for work, and trying to build my career and life here in LA, I just pretty much want to hide under my covers for a really long time.

Like, a really really long time.

So. Thank you, Uranus. Or whatever things are kind of aligning right now. I don’t want to sound like a sad little sack of poo. It’s just a tough…patch. I’m gonna go to bed now. I’ll write more soon…






6 thoughts on “My ruler is Uranus.

  1. That big ol’ cup of absinthe should help. Hang in there! It’s gonna be alright. Every body has rough patches. Did I ever tell you about the time Tyler and I travelled through the Yukon? We had lunch in a little deforestation town. The restaurant was stark, pale, and green, as were the tomatoes on our sandwiches, and the sad young woman who served them to us. She seemed trapped.

    The good news is, you’ve made it to LA!
    Remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Why should your career be? Enjoy the covers. They’ll keep you safe. And remember, no matter what, your pdx friends are totally rooting for you.

  2. Your are the cutest little poo I’ve ever had the pleasure of…well, um, you know. This sounds like a very good time for reiki. Let’s do this, yo! The best part is that you can hide under the covers during the entire treatment.

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  4. Girrrrlll — I feel ya. I was exactly where you are the (3!) times I lived in LA. I’m not sure what I can tell you or if what I might say would make it worse, but rest assured, the Universe will point you in the right direction. Some people land in LA and it really opens up for them and welcomes them and makes their dreams come true. For others (myself) it seemed like a soul less town that was like meeting someone with whom you simply don’t get along with. That town said, “Hey Genevieve! Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!” But that was me. I just don’t want you to feel alone in your feelings and thoughts. My advice is this (and I speak from a recent situation just like this that worked out awesome when I did it): Give yourself a time frame. Tell Los Angeles, “You have _____ months/years to give me what I want and need. Make it happen by then or F YOU!”

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