She was glorious, and then she died. The end. Kidding.
First of all, POOR HORSE. That’s awful.
Now back to me.
When I chose my IG name a few years back, I asked RN Meh 22 to help out. We easily came up with the Unicorn Cult Leader cuz duh. My nonchalant healing methods and Sagittarius Rising penchant for preaching while being cute was obvious. I just wanted to gallop the open fields and smell the flowers. I wanted to train my clients to embody their own inner unicorn. Life is fun, so let’s live a bit.
It was great. Many people laughed, and that is what I became. A Unicorn Cult Leader.
However, the tables have turned. These days, I’m learning from my Unicorn Apprentices and they are leading the way.
I’m now allowing myself to fall apart, cry, wither, break down, wallow in my sea of sorrow —- and then get up after a few hours and run my life again until my next scheduled outburst from the Universal Calendar.
Now, this is strange. I always had it together. I was so used to things being SO EASY, that January 2022 onward has thrown me off course. I’m no longer in control. I’m no longer the cool girl. (brief moment of silence) Ok, I still am.
I guess I’ve been compartmentalizing the entire time. When I was 19, I was diagnosed with depression— and when I finally got out of that rut, I learned that the best way to avoid falling back was to HIDE my problems and focus on what is good.
So that’s what I did. I focused on what was good. AND IT WORKED! It worked for a very, very long time.
Until it didn’t. It no longer works. One by one, my deepest & darkest wounds have been revisiting me like the Ghost of Christmas Past & forcing me to face things one final time before my death.
Not my actual 3D death guys, relax. I’m far too pretty to die just yet. But the death of Ego Brit. The Unicorn that coped, high on being cool & collected.
I’m entering my Messy Brit Era, and she’ll probably stay for a bit. Not too long, Christ, I have things to do in a much easier fashion. One day I’ll be over this era, but for now, here I am. I’m gonna own this thing and I’m not gonna use it as an excuse to be an ass.
I’m just gonna BE that ass.
I’ve adjusted myself to other people’s needs all my life. My purpose was to bring peace. Well, fuck that. The chaotic and young Uranus in my first natal house wants to overthrow my sweet and mature Neptune (they’re roommates) and shock MY OWN CORE with destructionz, so let’s do this!
That being said, they were both on retrograde so I always make sure that my mini revolutions are worth it, lolz.
So here’s to the rest of 2023 that has done nothing but kick my bony ass all over the place while laughing and smoking a joint.
Let’s explore. Make mistakes. Cry a bucket of tears, then laugh hysterically after. Dance in the rain. Make a TikTok video (or not). Eat some sugar. Some. Gorge on that pizza. Let’s love! Let’s GET MAD!!! Let’s reply to a few emails, and ignore the rest. Let’s empower ourselves, not by doing something “extraordinary”, but by being EXACTLY WHO WE ARE. Extraordinary.
Am I influencing you to abandon your responsibilities? Hellz no. Instead, I am imploring y’all to reprioritize.
Let’s end with this famous quote, that brings me to tears every time I read it, and now, you must too.
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