Early Wednesday morning my excitement won’t allow my mind to properly quiet so that my body sleeps. Basking in the morning after ambiance of the birth of my literary career for the entire world to read, see, judge. I sat up to watch the sunrise as musical monarch Anita Baker croons to me about wanting to know what good love feels like and I start to think about the romance or lack there of in my own life. After the fail of my last relationship I darkened that part of my psyche. I worked diligently on programming myself to no longer crave love or anything in resemblance to warm, fuzzy feelings.
Down to the second I’m still straddling the fence about whether or not I want to open not just my heart, but my mind. One out of the two, I can’t control. That’s what drives me, the lack of dual power. I was born November 22, 1990. Thus making me a love filled, rather crass, overtly intellectual and analytical Sagittarius, born on a Scorpio | Sagittarius cusp. Rie, what does all this mean? This means that I’m aware that love has the potential to be good to and for me, but my mental strength won’t allow me to carelessly walk into a rose colored field of possibilities. Not I, said the cat.
Tucked comfy under my crushed velvet comforters the right side of the bed is a little cooler than the left, and I’ve convinced myself that it’s only because I haven’t gotten to that side just yet. Back to the window the sun has come to full rise in the sky. Now Jazmine Sullivan is telling me to ‘Let It Burn’, I’ve rolled my eyes as she belts out “I know it’s scary, ‘cause someone always gets hurts when you’re caring. And I felt that way too, but ready or not it’s coming for you.” This is how I know that Valentines Day is approaching.