Today is my last day of having Moon in 7th House of Cancer in my Secondary Progressed Chart. Starting tomorrow, my moon ingresses into 8th house of Leo (for about a little more than a week), which will then progress to 7th when I change Rising Signs in January. Blah blah blah who cares. For all you non astrology folk, you have no fucking idea how good that feels. No idea.
A few blogs ago, I was bewailing in my sea of sorrow, feeling my feelings and howling at the moon like a rabid madwoman. It was exhausting. I hated everything and everyone, and I really missed my spark. These days, I am 90% rebooted, but not quite there yet. And the reason for this is, by the time I get to 100%, it won’t be me from before. I’m meeting Brit Version 3000.
When my moon first entered my 7th Cancer in January 2022, I had no idea I was in for a ride. It was intense and brilliant, and now that I know how it ends (at least for the most part) it makes me want to redo it, but this time with my hair down, headbanging the entire way through.
Which bring us to today. Are we gonna live our lives, our hair down, dancing in the rain, or are we gonna tip toe around life, cuz u know. It’s scary?
In the last 2 years I’ve let a lot of people go — but in the same breath, I’ve given certain people (and myself) more chances than any IG guru recommends. I’ve changed my values time and time again. I’ve learned the phrase “Let Them” by Mel Robbins, which gives me the freedom to feel what I want and still let others do what they want. I’ve learned to set certain boundaries, and I learned to obliterate others. I learned to backpedal, take more chances, and give female friendships a shot. Listening to my inner voice has become more and more prevalent and trustworthy, and being snarky and shocking has become my new superpower. Being afraid and still dipping my entire body in this fear is revolutionary and I highly recommend it if mixing discomfort and liberty is your cup of tea.
In the last 2 years I’ve had breakdowns, epiphanies and exhilarating orgasms. Literally and figuratively. I went from sleeping at 2 am, addicted to midnight snacks and unhealthy habits to being an amazing grandmother asleep by 10pm, eating much better and actually feeling better.
I’ve also come face to face with peri-menopause. Yes. I am 41 years old, childless and finally encountering some symptoms many women in their 40s deny themselves of its very existence. Is it scary? A bit. For the first time in my life I have learned what a cramp feels like. I have learned what discomfort in the body feels like. I have been unscathed by the perennial cries of women regarding their bodies for so long, and for the first time in my fucking life, I learned what that pain feels like.
In the last 2 years, I have learned that being a woman is raw, angry, beautiful, violently cathartic, and a visual experience like no other.
I have learned to love and be loved in different ways. I have learned that not all people value honesty, but finding people who do is magic.
In this time, I have raised my prices, lessened my work time, changed my hours and filtered my clientele at least twice. I have found astrology and realized there is more to me than I ever thought there was. I have written like a beast in heat, and I have also devoured sugar like a child with 5 dollars in her pocket.
I have grown and I have mourned. I have laughed, tilted my head all the way back and snorted away at joy, and I have also cried from deep within my soul, chest bursting from palpitations, pained and thawed.
I have awoken from my sleep gasping for air. I have had nightmares of things I’d rather not share. I have doubted my memories. I have encountered synchronicities. I have emerged wiser and cooler. But still in school. Always, still in school.
Moon in Cancer natives, I salute you. I experienced you for 2 years, but I really am excited to let you go.
So long sweethearts. See you in 2024 and you better all be bursting at the seams.
Moon in Leo for 2 years,
brit mthrfucking mikagami
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