VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Resentment weighs too much. You're better without it. Say what you want. Say no. Say yes to your own fun, your own peace, your own right to take up space with joy. You don't need a reason. Just do it.

I feel like I am pushing a boulder uphill towards a cliff off which I plan to fling the fucker. Or like a long-haul zit that is brewing to pop. Choose your metaphor - whatever means at a breaking point allmmmost after a looot of pain. But let's look at it his way, by the body numbers that the tracker I've had on for a YEAR (3 days, pfft pulease, try seeing what your heart+BRAIN have been up to for the last YEAR, you'd be appalled). I feel drained, but I am filling back up. I feel like there is a knitting needle shoved up under my left shoulder blade when I take a deep breath, like life itself stabbed me in the back (or like my heart atrium whatever is pierced). I don't "go to sleep" so much as faceplant repeatedly every 24 hours. But that's not because there is "something wrong", it's because turning this around is hard. All of it. And I am fed up so speeding up now, like to go flying over a track full of hurdles after about a buzzilion kicks to the twat. 

"your right to take up space with joy" sounds like something my mother would say

straight line - keith urban "like a year round summer lalalaaaa" current dancing (alone) in the shower fave