shorn
I finally got myself a haircut. I've been trying for over a month, but ended up finding excuses to put it off or, more recently, CLOSED signs everytime I overcame inertia enough to get out there and sit in the big ol' chair.
I don't like getting a haircut. I'd always figured that was because I just didn't like the idea of making small talk with somebody holding a sharp metal instrument (or whirring blades!) to my head. I think I realized that that's not it entirely. For some reason barbers or hairdressers are very good at making me feel stupid. Like always asking "are you sure?" and looking at me in horror the instant I tell them what I want, or looking at me like I'm dumb when I don't. Or when they have a long and involved conversation with the person in front of me, but my feeble attempts at small talk ( when I actually don't feel like shutting down the conversation right away) fall absolutely flat. I know I'm socially inept, but they're supposed to be the professionals here.
It's done now. I can put it off another 3-4 months.
There was an astrologer on CBC's Toronto morning program today who helpfully pointed out that Uranus has just entered Pisces, a once-in-a-lifetime event, we're told (a bit pessimistic... It's not outside the realm of possibility I'd live to see 110, but we'll see...). The main thrust of her analysis, though, focused on the chart for the amagamated city of Toronto (mostly air, she says), and how beneficial it will be to get a bit more of a water influence. Which is where she lost me.
She didn't really bother to talk about Uranus at all (except to mispronounce it, which is forgivable enough, I suppose, given the jokes). That would have been nice.
So Uranus is transiting into a water sign. Great. Planets transit into water signs all the time. Uranus is important in that it's big and slow-moving, meaning it has generational influences, but given that Toronto is mostly all air, it's not likely to be having any direct impact on its chart. Not a greatly postitive one, anyway. I guess they were searching for an angle.
A quiz on a friend's journal the other day asked the question "Is astrology shite?" I don't think so. I mean, it's a matter of faith, right? More like most astrologers are full of shite.
What the transit means for me is that Uranus just finished a trine of its natal position in my chart. Which means I'm a third of the way to 84, Uranus' full orbit. Which means... I'm not sure, really. My book doesn't cover that. Change, I suppose. Striking out on one's own. If I'd had any restrictions holding me back, I suppose I would have been in a good position to break them down. Fortunately, I haven't really. Or maybe I just didn't notice. Trines are nice that way.
My chart is looking pretty good right now. I've got lots of lovely rectange transits going on. No wonder I'm so complacent.