Crossroads

17/02/23

It’s the first time in a long time that I’m not quite excited about my birthday. I love being a January baby. 

There is something really glorious about turning a year older at the start of the year, as if the clean slate is being presented on so many different levels – not just for new year resolutions but also to create the space for one-more-year-around-the-sun manifestations. Birthdays have been sacred to me. They remind me that there is something so unique in each of us that is represented in the stars to the exact second that we are born. Whenever I look at the sky, and whenever I read my astrological birth chart at the beginning of each new year, it feels serendipitous, as if the stars knew exactly what they were up to when I was born…

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