Once again, Rob Brezny provides an excellent meditation…
ARIES (March 21-April 19): “If you hold your dreams too tightly, you’ll
crush their little ribs,” was the message scrawled on the wall of a public
restroom I visited today. I immediately recognized that as excellent advice
for you. While I’m usually all in favor of cultivating a ferocious devotion
towards one’s goals and desires, I’ve noticed lately that your grasp on
yours has turned into a manic clench. Please let them breathe better. Give
them some slack. Maybe tell yourself a joke about how funny you look
applying that death-grip.
At first I thought it was about going to get my MBA and all that, but I feel like I have a loose enough grip on that dream. I’m not being a control freak about it (today). But there is a step toward that goal. A big, important one. And I am being verrrrrrrrryyyyyyy controlling. This morning I changed the lightswitch because the new dining area light (which I bought solely to tart the place up, as the light I had in there was cheap) is compact-fluo and doesn’t work with a dimmer switch. esp. a broken dimmer switch. Easy enough, right? Well, I didn’t re-wire it correctly and all the outlets south of it didn’t get juice, until i came home and realized my good friend Tivo was dark. Doh. So I rewired it a couple more times until (I think) I got it right. But I won’t know for sure until I buy 2 more CF bulbs, because the problem with a light that comes with it’s own CF bulbs is that they’re not the type you screw in. I heard a nasty “pop” one of the times when I turned the circuit breaker on or off, so I hope to god it’s just the bulbs. Then there’s the bathroom paint which was just gonna be a little touch-up, but a 4-y.o. pastel blue looks awfully dark and greasy next to the new paint of the exact same color. So the whole master bath needs to be repainted. Tomorrow. Brokers come on Thursday for the 1st open house. I feel like my whole life is riding on this sale. Which is what Rob means by clenching your dreams too tightly. At some point, I have to just let go, and let my awesome, fabulous realtor do her job.