Hey there cyberspace. Morgan here. I'm smack in the middle of my winter break, my twenties, and grad school for that matter; so I figure why not start blogging.
And here we are.
So let me begin by saying I love quotes and hate beginnings. That being said... this is a quote that I often reference with the students I counsel, dear friends, and on first dates (ladies, take note)
"It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning."
That, my friends, is Rainer Maria Rilke. His quotes have this way of grabbing my heart and inspiring me to act. In this case, let's skip the intro, the background info, and the emo b.s. and move onto the topic of the day:
Being a cuspian.
I am a cuspian. What does this mean? Well, in lay terms, it means that I was born in the last three days of the astrological sign "cancer" and have many of the hallmark qualities found in a "leo" though that is technically not my sign. Thus, I am referred to by some as a "cancer-leo," which has tremendous implications for my livelihood.
Essentially, astrological signs fall into categories. Cancer is fundamentally a female, lunar, and water sign. While Leo is a male, solar, and fire sign. When I first realized I was on the cusp I had an "aha!" moment.
That must be why I am at the same time magnetic and shy. A loner, but also an attention seeker. A giver, but very much a taker. I am ruled by opposites.
Ultimately, because I am a female I think I probably have more characteristics of a cancer; I ooze femininity and relish in taking care of a home, my friends and family, and my lover. However, I always wondered why I was so much more bold and fiery than my three closest girlfriends, who are all cancers.
Now that I've put together yet another piece of the Morgie-puzzle, I am left with a few other questions. How does compatibility get impacted by being on the cusp? Do I have my dueling traits in-check or, despite my efforts to achieve grace through yogic practice and living in the now, am I nothin but a "nutmuffin" (as my boss fondly refers to people that are endearingly cracked)?
My hunger for self-knowledge is unrelenting.
And so is my fixation on reality television. But more on that next time. Until then...
Au Revoir Mon Ames!
