Before anyone settles in and starts to celebrate summer fun, I have some terrible news. We are in the pre-shadow of another episode of Mercury in retrograde motion, which officially begins June 29 and runs until July 23, and things are already ridiculously wonky. It’s the very last thing I need right now, so of course it’s arriving just on schedule in the way the universe so adores fucking with me this year. For some of us Virgos, this is said to be the time we are moving into our super villain eras, and at this point I’m fucking here for it. Virgos always bring the receipts, we shoot to kill, and leave no regrets.
Word of advice: don’t come for me unless I call you.
Second word of advice: don’t come for me if I call you. It won’t end well.
To combat the inevitable pain and harm I will cause (because I’m only human and when pushed too far I push back) I’ve been focusing on my daily meditations, as they’re often the only point in the day when I can feel calm and at peace. The rest of this pre-shadow period has been icky and weird and agitated. There’s a general uneasiness to the atmosphere, and unsteadiness and tension that shouldn’t be part of the start of summer.
Even the most golden of summers.
This one looks to tarnish itself before it even begins.
