There’s nothing wrong with starting things and not ending them. It’s nice to cross off some things from the list, but isn’t the world a shuffle and reshuffling of goals and tasks — something about physics and laws and how nothing is created nor destroyed? I’m thinking about transcendence. I’m thinking about the painstaking activities of moving linearity against and/or with the cyclical. The essence of work — productive or reproductive — is mundanity.
I had two planners in 2022, one I bought and one gifted. I try buying a planner late in case things like this happen, but it happened still. It was the second quarter of my Mars Profection Year. Mars is the planet of action. I forecasted the rest of my 34th year to be a headless chicken running around, and I had to get ready to steer the chicken somewhere as much as I could. The fate of getting two planners seemed to agree with me.
- A family member caught Covid right after our first booster shot, and the rest of us had to get tested too–fortunately, negative.
- I worked on my resumes and portfolios, submitted them to wherever and set-up profiles on job search platforms.
- I defended my master’s thesis. I made revisions. I graduated. All the bureaucratic paperwork in between. Not to mention, DIY grad pics that the college didn’t even flash on the stage for half a second.
- We went to an election campaign mobilization.
- I planned surprise birthday gifts and organized some aspects of my boyfriend’s get-together with loved ones.
- SO MANY JOB INTERVIEWS.
- I was able to lock in two opportunities that I was actually very into and could potentially sustainably feed me. It was a toss-up between the field of socio-emotional learning and critical thinking development. Man, my Pisces Moon and Virgo stellium were in a fierce battle, my Libra Mercury was trying hard to making it work, all the while my Gemini Rising was in charge of pretending I was not trying to steer a frantic headless chicken and that I was a functioning adultTM that could be profitable. Anyway, Virgo won.
- To wrap up my 34th, I tested positive for Covid right after my second booster shot. Just as I was entering my 12th House Profection Year which is the house of illnesses and isolation (among other very lovely things).
The last quarter of 2022 was the first quarter of my 35th. My entries in both planners faded all the way into their last blank pages. I moved my work-related calendar plotting on Notion, so that the work time-tracker could count all the organizing I do. In one of my 2022 planners, there’s this page:
I was able to cross off the income one (so far). Aside from that, the confrontation bit is amusing to me, because I didn’t expect how much of a theme it would be by the end of the year. I probably wrote it thinking about annoying Internet discourse surrounding sectoral issues and… K-pop, but it ended up being a significant trigger of my anxiety (disorder) at my job (which I need, to keep me alive). Every year has an illuminating moment, it seems like.
I already have a 2023 planner beside me. For the first time in years — I believe from when I was in third year of college — I didn’t make a fuss about getting one. I only suddenly remembered I don’t have one and I was, “Oh.” Then I tweeted about my “Oh.” A couple of days after, someone gives me one. So, “Oh.”
By the Fault Lines 