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Horrible-Scope: A Fresh Perspective

As I was waiting for my Americano this morning, wrestling with my thoughts and my tumultuous past two weeks, trying to decide what I should do, when I read my daily horoscope "Take comfort in the chaos. The more things change, the more they stay the same."

HM! 

I don't whether I should return to my crib, barricade the son-of-a-bitch, grab my bottle of Captain, crawl under the covers, cry my heart out and then become a hermit or... muster up my army, tool up, and keep diggin'. Obviously, my choice was to muster up my "army" (friends, family, support vs an actually army), "tool up" (coffee versus a heater), and kept diggin' (gain a new perspective)

[Minutes later] That offered me no solace whatsoever. 

I heart felt a pang of guilt with this thought. Somewhere, some way, somebody would gladly trade their problems with mine! And in all perspective, 360 degrees of it, I really don't have any "problems". It's just life isn't going the way I planned and/or wanted. Which... brings me right back to my original sentence.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Cheers to embracing the chaos!*raises coffee mug* This has been your confusing C Note. 'los; out!


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