Happy 28th birthday to me!

Depending on which astrologer you talk to, I am either one year into– or just about to start experiencing– the return of Saturn to its original place in my star chart. I think this calls for a hearty ‘HUZZAH!’

Saturn’s return supposedly paves the way for a thorough spring cleaning of the self, if you will (and I’m not just talking about getting rid of my allergies and that nasty foot affliction. Ahem.) Old habits, stale circumstances, and unhealthy relationships are tossed aside with Masters of the Universe force, whether we like it or not, and the stage becomes set for the progression into a newer, shinier, and more mature version of ourselves.

The return of Saturn has been a long time coming, methinks. For a few years now, I have been feeling like the cogs of the giant gears that are My Life have been slowly (ever so slowly!) twisting into a new place. Grinding, creaking, churning, screeching. Maybe today, after all this time, they will finally thunk together (in a good way, of course) and I’ll be on my way to the fabulousness of my next 30-or-so years! Me at 28 years old = a well-oiled machine! (Never mind that many people experience the return of Saturn in the form of tremendous upheaval and teeth gnashing—I will tempt fate and also go against my Cancerian nature when I shout, Bring on the changes, Saturn—bring them on!!)

The fact is, I feel ready to shuffle things around a bit and to let go of outdated things and general ways of being me. Our apartment is packed full of things I have no real need for anymore (R. Kelly CD, anyone?), and geez, a little physical/psychological breathing room would be nice! Marty and I have been discussing a drastically different lifestyle lately, one that would involve a whole lot less stuff and a whole lot more doing things together. So yes, I cautiously welcome the upcoming year and the changes it will bring.