I read my horoscope today. I don’t usually read my horoscope but I’m traveling and when I’m at the airport, I have a tendency to read just about anything to help my mind forget I’m about to be some 30,000 plus miles in the air. Major sidebar here—why the hell does the lady across from me think it’s OK to clip and file her nails whilst flying the friendly skies? I don’t know who she is, but the thought of her ever-growing pile of debris is quickly turning these particular skies into a very unfriendly place. Anyway, as it turns out, my celestial outlook for the next month is pretty average. Probably a simple rewording of last month’s prediction, but the very last sentence in unlike anything I’ve read in a horoscope before:
Dawn does not come twice to awaken any of us.
Hmmm …
For the first time in my life I have just read a horoscope worthy of paying credence too. A sentence worthy of closing a valedictorian’s speech to his fellow graduating classmates. Worthy of a presidential inaugural address. A parent’s issuing to a child. Possibly even worthy of tattooing in some pretty scroll across my right arm. And certainly worthy of repeating to the entire world if I were given the podium for a few minutes—should they want to listen … er, I mean read … Back to my sidebar, Suzy Chapstick (yes, I’ve named her) is now peeling a hard-boiled egg … the debris pile grows. IF she is on my plane the skies above will not be anything even close to friendly.
I don’t have a long list of worldly advice to bestow on people—the proverbial “do unto others as we would want done to us” is nice, but let’s face it, humans make mistakes and when we don’t “do unto others” we are given the chance to learn. To repent when needed. To make amends when warranted. To move forward, always. To let the dawn wake us … even if it takes a few succeeding daybreaks to do so. Well crap—she just offered me a tangerine and what looks like a homemade muffin … I decline … but I’m feeling sort of bad for being annoyed with her—I should probably take heed as I sit here with my $7 cup of coffee, $3 scone and $5 bottle of water … I’m doing the math … add on the $29 lip gloss I bought at the beauty bar in Huston International because I forgot mine at home and it’s not looking good … $4 magazine … I’ll bet she has more money in the bank that I do.
Hmmm ….
Dawn wakes no one twice. Repeat after me … Dawn wakes no one twice. Suddenly her homemade home-packed snacks are more appealing … still doesn’t excuse the public grooming … ah, what the heck,
“On second thought, I’d love a tangerine.”
Today’s post inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt: Where’s one place in the world you never want to visit? OK. So, yea … this might be a stretch, but it’s just a prompt … and my mind was inspired to share a little sumpthin’ sumpthin’ about a recent experience at the airport. And yea, you think this good, wait until you read the personal essay I’m about to submit to the National Enquirer. LOL. That was a joke. The essay is coming, it’s just a different publication : ) Cover image created with Google AI … I mean I was going to take Suzy’s picture but then we’d end up friends on Facebook, so I opted for AI. Hopefully (if you’re still reading) this will brighten your morning, especially if you’re at the airport seated next to Suzy.
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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