move on
Mercury is retrograde. I read my horoscope yesterday and apparently there are great things ahead, but for now I’m stuck in a funk. I did write a new chapter earlier this week, and hope to finish another before the week ends, but for now I’m just cranky and fed up with this 95-degree weather. When does autumn begin? I want rainy days and gray skies and fallen leaves crunching beneath my heel. I want sweaters and scarves and days spent immersed in a good book…I’ve got orientation this week, and this is the second job that has reinforced my decision not to become a public school teacher. I support public schools and I have nothing but respect for folks like my parents who showed up to teach day after day…but I don’t like conformity. I don’t like paperwork. And ultimately, I don’t like teamwork. And that’s got nothing to do with Mercury or any other planet. Scorpios fly solo. I think of teaching in terms of family—public school teachers are like your parents: they do the hard work, they’re almost always on duty, and they don’t always get the love they deserve. Then there’s someone like me—I show up in public schools as your favorite crazy aunt who’s lots of fun and gives you quirky presents on your birthday. I like being an aunt—an artist. Teaching is intuitive; you can write down a curriculum, but you can’t put magic in a binder…
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