For the Eye-Rollers

I just want to let you know that I was one of you.

I rolled my eyes at astrology for most of my adult life. And this wasn't exactly an easy task considering the line of work I've most frequented since college. The yoga world is fraught with gallactic people. I love this, but I also harness a wildly practical approach to most things. I've got a keen nose for bullshit. Plus, I sprouted in my thirtsy early years from the parched soil offering only trickles of tolerance for the taboo. I had a strong curiosity for succulent subjects like the occult -- and I felt my mom did too -- but exploring these topics was not encouraged. On top of all that, I just frankly didn't see the point. It all seemed so arbitrary.

I had an astrologer in India look at my chart and tell me I had two kids. I didn't. And I was 39 years old. A loud comical buzzer went off in my head. WRONG. My pompous little ego danced around internally taunting me. See, I told you this stuff was bullshit! Graciously, there must have been a sliver of open-mindedness left because I kept listening. And you know what? I do have 2 kids now. Both born after my 40th birthday. So, actually, the Indian Astrologer was on target.

I guess what I should really admit here -- in my first blog post -- is that I can now finally concede that I wish I had not been so stubborn about astrology. Astrology had been knocking on my door for decades before I let it in. I lived in Sedona, AZ in my twenties. I cannot tell you how many times I was asked What's your sign?

No regrets. I've learned.

But I do wish I could go back and whisper in the ear of that 24 year-old version of myself living amongst the red rocks of Arizona and say:

Hey, trust this stuff. It holds value. You might learn a thing or two about yourself. It could point you in the right direction. Save you some time at life's next inevitable crossroads.

Astrology for me is not The Way.

But it is a tool of self-discovery.

And tools are useful.