That’s right. I said it. After more than a decade of unconditionally loving this bald man with the pretty eyes, I, The Urban Single Mom am now ready to walk up to him, point my finger and say. “You sir, are full of crap.”
Let me explain.
I’m a bit of an astrology nut. My dance with the stars started roughly ten years ago when I read a forecast from Jonathan on the web that was not only spookily accurate but made one hundred per cent sense, and like any other addict, I’ve since lived in constant search of that blissful high.
I plan my days... and decisions around what he says. This is not something I’m proud of, but my addiction is fatal... and I’m doubtful of ever being cured.
Normal people think, analyse and consult Google. I think about planets, planetary orbits, birth charts, new moons, full moons, eclipses, Saturn’s move into which house... and what that ultimately means for my house. Thus it is with great fan fare that I now announce the following. Come June, there will be a rare and majestic Venus Transit. The biggest of its kind in recent years, and one that will only come again in 2017. What does that mean for us? Well, in short Venus, planet of love and beauty will dance a little closer to planet Earth, and thus along with her team of celestial friends, set the scene for more opportunities to grasp true love, romance, intimacy and creativity.
Back in January when I first heard of Venus’ rare transit I was bursting at the seams with excitement.
True love? As in ‘soul mate’. ‘Mr. Right’ . ‘Here come’s the bride’ kind of true love? Oh goody! I couldn’t wait to finally meet Mr Alien Dude who understands and adores me warts, wobbly bits, crazy kids and all.
That was January. Time has since passed, and the first half of this year has been the roughest I’ve had to date. If you’re wondering about The Captain, I might as well come out and say it. The Captain is no more. There was no ugly fight, no teary good bye... just the knowing that the timing was not right and we were not a perfect romantic fit. I still think he is awesome,
of course. But ce la vie... he was not quite the one for me. Jonathan says love is all around, and all we have to do to make the most out of Venus is to open our eyes and look around. All I see when I open my eyes are bills: bills that far out weigh an income, responsibilities that are ridiculously difficult and a tummy that resembles a mountain.
The other night, I tried looking again. I was sitting next to Troll 2, who was looking particularly adorable, and thought I would gaze into the eyes of my little monster and try to see the love. Love after all comes in all shapes and sizes. He gazed back and then promptly said “Uhm ... why are you looking at me like that? Are you hungry?” Ja wat Jonathan...
At least in a quaint little one bedroom apartment somewhere across the city The Smurf is feeling the love. The object of his affection, a gloriously beautiful and incredibly funny man known as The Sap Buddy has come to visit in what I can only predict will be a loved-up time with Venus in the works. I might not foresee true love knocking on my door any time soon, but I certainly love my buddy and the fact that there is love in his life. So, maybe Johnny is not so full of crap as I thought. Love is love, right? – firstname.lastname@example.org