On August 30, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: Choose your battles

 

Recently, I wrote about the idea of the more things change, the more they stay the same. 

The way this week begins, will be the way September ends. Other than the regular pace of the Sun and the Moon, nothing changes.

Don’t be fooled though. Things that have been stirred up, reassessed and rethought, will reach a tipping point. Think of all the times in your life you said “yes” when you should have said “no.” How about all those times when you betrayed yourself for what you wanted now, instead of what you wanted most? What about those times you accepted the choices and decisions of someone else, because you were keeping the peace or simply choosing to avoid conflict?

We’ve all done it at one point or another in our lives. It’s normal. It’s also normal the reach the end of the line. To say “no more.” In some circumstances, some kind of peace deal will be reached and the bridge of connection rebuilt. In others, the goals posts, once moved, can’t be moved back. 

This week, if you feel anger, resentment or even your ability to go with the flow dwindle, acknowledge that. Battles can’t be avoided, you just have to choose them wisely. 

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