Today is Friday, Dec. 30, and this is the last Daily Astrology post of 2011. At the time of this writing, I’m sitting at my desk, the light is fading outside, and I am wondering – yet again – where this afternoon went. It’s a hologram in miniature of the year, I suppose: I’m not sure where that went, either.
In many ways, my 2011 has been marked by struggle and the unnecessary expense of energy. And yet I know I’m not seeing the whole picture if I stop there. Love and beauty and joy have been regular companions, as has growth. If you had asked me a year ago if I could do what I’m doing these days, I would have said no and thought you were nuts. I know that I am using my creativity much more than ever before and learning new skills; that others depend on me much more; that I understand much more about myself than I did a year ago.
From what I read here on the blog and hear from my friends, most of us are feeling a charged mixture of uncertainty and newfound confidence, edginess and a sense of being at home in our skins, anticipation and hesitation, feeling cornered and feeling spacious — about almost everything.
For me, something about 2011 has felt like the trash compactor scene from the original Star Wars movie. No sooner do I leave one crisis for safety, but I find myself in the next, trapped in a box filled with junk that isn’t mine, its murky waters hiding unknown creatures that will drag me (and maybe others) down if I don’t seek help, and the walls are closing in. But hey – at least I’m with friends, and they’re in the same boat. I’m not alone. Kicking and screaming gets me nowhere, but once a clear line of communication is established, friends with a different perspective can facilitate some breathing room.