Sixth House Scorpio Thoughts
Routines are beginning to appear in my life again because I’ve been removing things that do not serve me.
Replacing habits with routines. There’s an important process that goes along with this. I have spent a lot of time with these five habits of mine I’ve identified. Its been months since I first wrote them down on a post-it. I’ve hated them and appreciated them. We’ve had our ups-and-downs, but I want a new set of problems to deal with. I feel like Arya Stark repeating her kill list over and over. I’m trying to molt. I want to break free of the psychological prison I built myself. I mean, its comfortable, don’t get me wrong. I just want to bust out of this old shell and find a bigger one. But its winter and things move slower.
I’m helping grandma with online shopping later. Turns out, as much as the virtual world scares some people, it makes it very convenient for the elderly to get Christmas gifts. Grandma fell at least twice this year, once while she was at Sam’s Wholesale Club. She just fainted. Her hemoglobin levels drop to critical levels frequently and she is constantly going back for blood transfusions. She’s our vampire. I want to sit with her today to try to help her navigate the good products from what might be bullshit on the virtual marketplace named after a rainforest.
I’ll be getting back into the transit updates, I can sense that wanting to burst out of me. I also feel the urge to meditate daily again, and I think of it as mental training now more than I ever did before. I sense that I’m working out an invisible muscle. I continue to journal with the Stoa because its a part of me now. When I visit with these minds in the morning, the day is open for exploration. There is always uncertainty in life, particularly when we involve other humans. Every player should start with play, and I’m encouraged to do that every day in this container. This helps me to build the master I serve. Discipline prevents me from being disciplined by life.
Originally written in Collective Journaling at the Stoa
