My Morning Routine Grounded Me
Woke up stupid early like always, 5:15 AM sharp. Made my nasty kale smoothie first thing – tasted like mowed lawn but Virgo seasons demand discipline. Checked my moon app while sipping: Mercury retrograde ending today, thank gods! That explained last week’s cursed laptop meltdown. Pulled out my ugly yellow journal and brain-dumped all anxieties crawling in my skull. Wrote down three non-negotiable priorities: finish invoicing, call Ma, prune tomato plants. Star-sign blogs said today’s Jupiter angle meant “financial clarity” so I snorted but added money stuff to the list anyway.
When Mercury Went Direct Sht Got Real
At 9 AM sharp hopped on Zoom with accountant Karen. Usually I hate money talks but dang – suddenly saw my freelance rates were trash. Karen pointed out I’d charged 2022 prices for three clients. My Virgo-perfectionist shame kicked in hard. Rewrote all contracts immediately with 20% bumps. Felt that Jupiter jolt when hitting “send” – one client approved new rate before lunch! Also noticed weird pattern: three overdue invoices all from Pisces clients. Astrology memes write themselves.
Evening Surprise in the Garden
Afternoon felt heavy – kept triple-checking emails like a paranoid squirrel. Decided to wrench my brain offline. Grabbed shears for tomato duty. Was muttering about aphids when neighbor Joe lobbed compost over the fence. Normally I’d bitch about mess, but today? Actually thanked him. Weird. Then noticed my wilting basil plant perked up overnight. Remembered the full moon in Scorpio today meant “unexpected growth.” Cheesy but accurate. Made pesto with the damn basil to celebrate.
Final realization? That Virgo “analytical paralysis” trap is real. Could’ve wasted hours overthinking invoices. Instead, trusted the damn stars and acted. April 18th? It meant moving fast when the universe winks. Also meant charging Pisces clients upfront next time.
