Why I Love Horoscopes & Rescues

I’ve read horoscopes since I could first read. I was an early reader.

Sometimes they appear right on the mark, with too many referenced hits to be coincidental.

Other times they are so far off I cannot feel any emotional connection at all.

Sometimes they tell me it’s going to be smooth sailing and entice me to chase my dreams.

Other times they warn me that something evil this way comes.

Most people get the same service just watching their favorite political pundits and prognosticators on the news. I’ve never seen such a pedantic bunch.

In hindsight, it’s been my experience that my horoscopes have more accurately predicted my life. My search for meaning.

So, now that the smoke has cleared from this US Presidential election, let’s all take a breather.

The world is not about to end, just like it didn’t after that last election, or the one before that, and so on, and so on . . . .

What’s the alternative?

Each day going forward, find the positive in your own lives and follow it to appreciation.

Live in the moment. That’s all the time you are guaranteed.

Be kind. Love one another. Pay it forward.

Control what you can control. Stop blaming others for your shortcomings. Be grateful for what you have.

Recite the first stanza of the Serenity Prayer if things get to be too much.

Trust me, you want to learn how to fully appreciate what you have, volunteer this Thanksgiving at your local soup kitchen. Just show up and offer your services, they’ll find something for you to do.

Or, adopt a rescue. They’ll show you how to do it. Find your purr.

You see, it’s the little pleasures in life that can give you the greatest returns.

And if your neighbor adopts a rescue, leave them to their happiness. Otherwise Karma is going to come along and take all of yours. RIP P’nut and Freddie.

So, that’s it, I’m putting my soapbox away.

And watching my rescues show me how to live in the moment.

That will begin with checking on Mittens to make sure he has fresh food to eat, has warm water to drink and that the heater in his bunker under Jack The Spruce is working properly. Smokey is spending more time indoors each day, so I get to worry less about her. The door is always open for Mittens.

Then my rounds.

So, here we are, at Handmaid Thursday. I can hear Friday whispering from the shadows.

You fine, five readers, pull up your socks and stop complaining. Get out there and move your world forward as positively as you can. And appreciate each moment. Even if it’s only that you have a job to complain about. That’s all you are promised, this moment. Carpe Diem.

Until you sneak out for the weekend. When you can find purely fun things to appreciate.

And no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.