Mercury Retrograde is upon us again and I have shown every sign of breaking down. To make us all feel better I figured I’d share my experience thus far so potentially you can feel better about yours-or know that you’re in good company. Whichever it is I’m sharing the vibes from my bag of crystals with you.
Mercury Retrograde began on March 22, 2018. During the preshade period, on March 17th, I consumed 13 whiskey gingers, but being St Patrick’s Day it only kind of matters. Then, on the 22nd, I ended up parking in a metered spot that once the clock strikes 6:00 PM becomes a tow zone. Therefore, I first got a $75 ticket for being in said tow zone, then found my car to be MIA aka at the Boston Transportation Department. To retrieve my parents car, I then paid Boston Transportation $93. Game Set Match BOS, touché. The following day I was still shook about the fact the car got towed, and ended up almost having another vehicle related incident, but thankfully, did not. Finally it was the weekend so I laid low until Paaaalm Sunday where I spent the day at church-literally a 8:30-3:30 situation, because I had to help with the Palm Sunday Banquet. I was late but also EARLY AF due to miscommunication which DING Mercury strikes ~again~. But I managed and got through the day.
Today, Monday the 26th, I was home and doing some work on the computer. Just minding my own business attempting to physically avoid the outside world when my mom asks me for help on something. The work I was doing on the computer was not ideally something I would stop (it was some test situation long story) but my mum was literally struggling trying to tape the post office box they were shipping to my brother in Missouri. Ya’ll–I am not here to be taping boxes shut, but if this is what allows me to stay at home then I GUESS so be it. Clearly there is an adult in this house and her name is Sass. I was aggravated as it was so when I stand up, I had forgotten I had my Starbucks tumbler leaning against my side (upright) and then spilled all over me/my bed. I then proceed to rush with my sheets (aka made my mum do it) because like here I am just trying to focus on myself and she couldn’t even tape a box closed. Do I sound spoiled and bratty af? Probably but its retrograde and anything goes.
Also last night my 87 year old grandfather decided walking into his dark living room to place a palm folded cross next to a picture of my grandmother was a good idea and he proceeded to fall and triggered his lifeline (shouts to functioning services). He’s fine and went to work today but this damn planet has no mercy.
Also also, since my last Retrograde post, Stephen Hawking passed away (RIP), and turns out Pluto actually claimed back its planet status.
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