if it’s not fun, guess i’m not gonna do it

God, what an infuriating, fun-filled day. A day to remind me EXACTLY what it’s like being a Pisces.

Let me tell you why. Because since I know what it’s like being so spacey and Pisces, especially in Pisces season, I’ve been doing a lot of grounding, practical, and earth-like things. Because I know that’s what I need right now to try to balance out the intense Pisces energy for me.

But alas, that’s not what the energy wanted ME to be doing. So I go for it, and everything says, “nope, fucking lay around and go into space.” or, “Oh, you need money and tried to work for 3 hours on the computer for extra income? Nope, your internet is going to keep going down all day so all your work will be lost. lol.”

Thanks for laughing at me, universe. But then I was laughing at myself, because I knew that it was absurd energy that I was going to keep hitting a wall with, so I threw my computer to the side, and just pulled out all of my collaging stuff and sprawled it all over the floor, and within 45 minutes I had made a collage poem about computers to get all my frustration out because apparently that’s what I NEEDED to do.

I played my guitar. I did Qi Gong in the sun. I listened to new music. I read a book on astrology. I watched extremely accurate tarot readings. I even signed up for and went to a silks class in Tempe, and planned a meditation class for Monday. And THEN, I wrote this blog. I had a lot of fucking fun today, because that’s what I was supposed to do. And I only looked at my phone twice.

And so yeah, it’s Pisces season. I’m detached as fuck. People are like, aww, Bri, I feel you at a distance, are you mad or sad? NO. You know why? IT’S PISCES SEASON. HELLO DETACHMENT. FLOATING IN THE ETHER. LOST IN GRIEF & RELEASE. ONLY IN MY CREATIVE PROJECTS, THANK U, NEXT. YOU DON’T NEED TO UNDERSTAND ME, I’M IN MY AUTHENTICITY. SEE U LATER.