Ugh I desperately want to write but I feel like utter hell. My blood sugar is low, I think. I feel all sick and dizzy and fatigued and my head feels like it's being compressed. Not good, can barely sit up. I should eat, but I have no appetite due to the nausea. Oi. I need to get my health in check, as I near thirty I keep reminding myself I am not a little grasshopper anymore, but aside from the fine lines that I see in the mirror and the general lack of bushy tail and bright eyes, mentally, I still feel like a gal in her twenties ... so it's hard to actually accept I am getting older. Will that go away when I turn thirty? Will I *finally* believe I'm a grown up? Hmm....
Speaking of writing though, I really need to get on the ball with finding a beta for my dmhgfic. I'm getting up there in word count, now, and it'd probably be easier to find one now, rather than later. Not that knowing that means I will do it. I was so worried about my prompt. It was one of those vague prompts, with just a general idea of where to take things, and I was really over-thinking things as a result. So I sat down and started writing it, determined on getting something on the page, and viola, a pretty good idea came to me fairly quickly. I also get to use my Political Science background for once, so that's a change. So yay for that.
I was breaking my brain last night trying to remember the name of someone; when I lived in the States, in Baltimore, there was a fabulous Free Newspaper that ran all of my favourite columns and then some (Savage Love among them. Fuck ilu Dan Savage, you utter pig). So anyway, the paper was called The City Paper and I miss it so. They also had this Horoscope section, but it wasn't the usual Horoscopes, blah blah blah sun in venus love will come to you today. These Horoscopes were fantabulous. I couldn't remember the name of the column though, nor the guys name, and an hour of navigating through their online site got me nowhere. So then, for some bizzarre unknown reason, my subconscious decided to throw me a completely random bone, and suddenly, the line 'I dare you to say this to someone that you want to be closer" popped into my head. I vauely recalled that that was the first line of one of my Horoscopes by him I'd read years ago. So I googled that line, along with 'Horoscopes, thinking 'no way in hell will this work', but lo and behold, it did!. It was the Valentines week Horoscope for 2007, lol, I am floored that I remembered it.
So anyway, I thought I'd share this because I just think this guy is wonderful. His name is Rob Brezsney, and the column is called Free Will Astrology. He has a website, here, http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/
if you want to check out your Horoscope.
I really, really love his 2011 forcast for me, so I'll share it:
Capricorn Forecasts for 2011
Capricorn, here are three different angles on your long-term destiny: my forecasts for you in 2011.
I have tracked down a formula that I think should be one of your central ongoing meditations in 2011. It's from newsman David Brinkley: "A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her." In the coming months you will be extra smart about knowing which of these bricks to use and how exactly to position them in your foundation. And more than that, Capricorn: You will have special insight not only about bricks that have been flung fairly recently, but also about those that have been hurled at any time in your life.
"We Americans are the best informed people on earth as to the events of the last 24 hours," wrote historian Will Durant some decades ago. "We are the not the best informed as to the events of the last sixty centuries," he concluded. Today this describes many Westerners, not just Americans. We are adrift in the Age of the Short Attention Span -- a time when the lessons of the past are becoming lost or irrelevant. But in 2011, I'll be rooting for you to elude this curse, Capricorn. It's crucial for you to be in close touch with both the lessons provided by the grand sweep of human civilization and by your own personal history.
"We have to stumble though so much dirt and humbug before we reach home," wrote novelist Herman Hesse. "And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is homesickness." That's the bad news, Capricorn. The good news, according to my analysis, is that 2011 could very well be the year that your homesickness drives you all the way home. For best results, keep this tip in mind: To get the full benefit of the homesickness, you shouldn't suppress it. Only by feeling it deeply, as a burning, grinding ache, will you be able to ride it all the way home.
Ugh, so on point and beautiful.
That's all really. Just felt like updating. &I'm craving Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream. Yum....