August Blue Moon in These Foolish Things

Last night I turned on the Democratic National Convention and tried to watch but something kept booming, booming, booming in my apartment. It was shaking the walls and the floor and the ceiling.

At first I thought it was one of those obnoxious pickup trucks that people love to rev, so I picked up the dog, walked outside, and looked around like a Gladys Kravitz. No truck.

Back inside. Boom. Boom Boooooom. Rattle.

Finally, finally figured out it was my downstairs neighbor watching some kind of war movie or something. It went on and on and on and I even walked down the stairs to knock on their door and tell them to turn it down, but ended up not having the heart to do that because it was only 8:30 (still, that’s my bedtime).

Slept for shit.

Woke up to the alarm, but laid in bed a bit.

Finally got up and decided to walk outside at 5:30 to see if I could see the full moon that was keeping me awake during this Mercury retrograde, and sure enough…shining very brightly, there she was. Looking down…lovingly (?) at me.

The Bulldog used to tell me that people struggle during the full moon, and I understand why. The moon is so close to us, pulling us to uncomfortable places. And this moon is even closer, pulling us harder and further out of our comfort zone, for sure.

I have to have this chat with Kitty Cat (my CEO) today. And I’m not 100% sure what I’m going to say, but she’s going to ask me to take on a more leadership position. I’m not opposed to that. In fact, I’m already there. It’s just that she’s going to ask for more, and so am I. It’s not comfortable, but it’s called growth and the moon is pulling.

Gotta get this day rolling. The sun will be up soon.
xo,
GS