My Messy Start with Today’s Aries Horoscope
Woke up feeling kinda restless this morning, you know? Like I was buzzing but going nowhere. Scrolled through my phone while gulping coffee and saw this horoscope headline screaming “Aries de Hoy – Find Your True Path!” Honestly? I almost skipped it. Horoscopes usually sound like vague fortune cookies to me. But hey, restless energy had to go somewhere.
Grabbed my notebook – the old one with doodles on the cover – and a leaky blue pen. Figured I’d actually try it step-by-step for once, see if there was anything real under all the cosmic fluff. The horoscope rambled about Aries energy needing focus, about taking initiative on passions, listening to guts not fears. Blah blah. Typical stuff. But one line stuck out: “Stop asking permission to move.” Huh. That felt… sharp.
Sat there staring at my coffee stain on the table. Felt like it was mocking me. Permission? Who was I even asking? My boss? My partner? My stupid anxieties? It hit kinda close. That restless buzzing started making sense – like an engine revving in neutral.
What I Actually Did (Spoiler: It Was Awkward)
Okay, the horoscope suggested a “ritual” to “ignite clarity.” Ritual sounded fancy. I just needed to do something, anything. Here’s how my version went down:
- Step 1: Clear the Crap. Mentally first. Sat cross-legged on the rug (my back cracked like popcorn). Tried to shove all the “what-ifs” and “shoulds” out of my brain. It was like trying to herd cats. Mostly just sat there thinking about lunch.
- Step 2: Grab the Flames. Figuratively! Aries is fire, right? Lit a single incense stick I found buried in a drawer. Aimed for “focus,” smelled more like dusty attic. Watched the smoke curl upwards.
- Step 3: Write the Block. The advice: “Name one thing holding you back.” Pen hovered. Suddenly felt stupid doing this. Then just scribbled: “WAITING.” Waiting for the perfect time, waiting for a sign, waiting to feel “ready.” Dropped ash on the page. Perfect.
- Step 4: Burn It? Nope. Supposed to “symbolically release it.” Seriously considered setting my notebook on fire on the rug. Bad idea. Settled for drawing a big, messy X over the word “WAITING” with my pen. Stabbed the paper a bit. Felt good. Stupid, but good.
- Step 5: The Tiny Move. Final instruction: “Make one immediate decision aligned with your gut, no debate.” Gut was currently rumbling about lunch. But the real thing? I’ve been dragging my feet on contacting someone about a project idea for weeks. It felt scary, like they’d laugh. Screw it. Sent the most awkward, rambling email before I could chicken out. Pressed send. Felt dizzy.
The Aftermath (Not What I Expected)
Sat there smelling like burnt dust. Didn’t feel suddenly enlightened. My rug still had the coffee stain. But that buzzing restless feeling? It shifted. Became less frantic, more… focused energy. Less “going nowhere,” more “okay, step one is done.” The email sent itself into the void.
Later? Heard back. Not a “yes,” not a “no,” just a “tell me more.” It wasn’t fireworks. But it was a tiny opening I’d been too scared to create myself. Weirdest part? That simple, awkward action – drawing an X, sending a clumsy email – actually quieted the permission-seeking voice in my head. The horoscope didn’t map out my “True Path.” Duh. It just kinda kicked my own butt into taking a single, tiny step off the starting block. Turns out, moving – even stumbling sideways – feels a hell of a lot better than waiting.
