Born Today?
A reading for your birthday. Cancer season.
This is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The routine that carried you through last year now feels like something you are performing rather than something that serves you, and the gap between what you need and what you have been doing grows wider each week. What once felt like care has become a series of motions you go through because stopping feels more disruptive than continuing, but the disruption is already happening in the space between your actual rhythms and the ones you keep maintaining. You have been holding the shape of something that no longer holds you back. The year ahead asks whether you have been keeping yourself safe or keeping yourself small, and the answer will show up in what you are willing to let go of. The daily structure that once felt like home may need to become something you visit rather than something you live inside.