Ok, I'm not that big of a believer in astrology despite the fact that I grew up with it thanks to my grandmother being a certified astrologer (and she was very good at it, too). About the ONLY thing I pay attention to, really, is Mercury going retrograde because that tends to make life a lot more obnoxious for the three weeks it's happily moving backwards across the astrological cosmos.
But I've noticed a bit of a change in myself over the last two or three months, and it's only gotten much more pronounced since my birthday. I've been a lot more argumentative, a lot angrier and more likely to snap or comment when something irritates me. I chalked it up to just finally reaching that point where I have Had Enough and don't care if I piss off everyone around me, but if I'm reading what my May astrological horoscope is saying correctly, then it's not just general unhappiness that's making me lash out more. Supposedly, Uranus is making a move on my Sun Sign which is going to cause things to shake up in interesting ways (if it means I'm getting extra help from the Universe, I'll be happy, though I still think it should go bugger itself), but that's not to be until next year. Currently, though, I'm getting a "preview" of what's to come, and I have to say, if I'm stuck here the entire time this astrological whatever is going on, I'm going to be MISERABLE.
"You'll soon enter an unforgettable seven-year stretch that will change others' view of you as well as your own view of yourself. You are capable of more, and Uranus will reveal this to you easily. If anyone has hemmed you in, held you back, or driven you to distraction, they will be sorry - you are about to break free of any and all debilitating situations in very dramatic fashion. Uranus was already edging close enough to Aries (over the past weeks), so you may have already experienced some of the rebelliousness and need to exert independence that is the trademark of Uranus."
Yay, seven years of wanting to sneak into someone house and shove a sharp, pointy object down their throat, or just another seven years of me taking my anger and frustration out on inanimate objects around me. Yay, I'm thrilled. It does kind of explain some of the switching around in my thinking in terms of what I want, though. Up until this past year, I've been content not really having things of my own as far as a house and the grounds that I live on are concerned. But now I find myself wanting a home of my own, with my own garden to kill and no worries about the fact that I shoved holes in the walls of the house I occupy. I want to be able to decorate with paint and colors that I like, not the plain white that the kitchen is and the fake wood (that freaks me out sometimes) that the rest of the house contains. I want a garbage disposal and a dish washer and front load washing machines that conserve water. I want an insanely deep, claw footed garden tub that I can SWIM in if I want to, damnit. Of course, my habit of taking naps in the bath might have to stop because I'll likely drown, but it would be worth it. I want a room that has nothing but my books and art supplies in them (Ok, make that a separate building for the books) and enough room for my cats to be able to get around without constantly crashing into each other. And a kitty door. A kitty door would be very nice.