a letter from my young self

So, yesterday I stumbled upon something very interesting in a drawer I don't look in very often, an unmarked cassette tape. I found my old boom box and and fired it up.

I had somehow unearthed a tape of an astrology reading from over 10 years ago when a friend got my "chart done" for me. At the time, I lived in Seattle, I was working like a fiend, had just broken up with Mr. Motorcycle for the first time, was in supermom mode, had a big crush on Ace's Kung Fu instructor and was thinking about moving back to Texas.

(What's funny is that in between the reading there are moments where Ace records herself and her friends singing snippets of songs, and saying "wazzup"it's pretty cute. )

The astrologer said a few things about neptune and mars and pluto and transits, none of which I understand, but in the tape, I said, "huh, interesting", a lot.

It was just a little bit uncanny how spot on the reading was about influences in work and relationships. I've always said that if our destiny is written in the stars, it's also written in the dirt and the water and the air...which really is saying that I don't much think fate is predicated on the position of stars. I'm not even sure I believe in fate, I like to "wing it."

At the same time...I'll just say, "huh, interesting".