it’s in the stars

So my news.com.au horoscopes have been rather awesome lately, and today’s is no exception:

How many of the six billion people now living on this planet would you swap places with? And how many would swap places with you? In theory, the answer to the second question is ‘a lot’. You lead a privileged life, just by virtue of existing. Yet even if you were ever able to swap places with anyone else, yours would be a most unenviable experience. No person can ever be happy unless they are happy to be themselves. You have every reason to be proud of who you are. And of where you’ve been. And of where you are going.

I worry that this may be doing more harm than good by being even more ego-overinflating for Leos like myself, but meh, I’ll take it.

Oh, and the above call to action is apparently backed up by other sources — eg this one via @rachelhills:

If you’ve been waiting for the signal that the time’s right to grant yourself a break, then you should be greeting Mars’s entry into your solar 5th with a big hug and a kiss. See, Leo, this Sagittarius-influenced Mars is the emissary of that life’s-too-short vibe you’ve been (consciously or not) jonesing for—and he simply will not tolerate the further continuance of your private mopings and moanings, when you’re surrounded by so many great reasons to embrace being alive. Therefore, in whichever contexts you’ve been metaphorically (or literally) sitting politely with your hands in your lap and listening to other folks get their grooves on (though their version of ‘groove’ may hold little or no appeal to you), you’re now being called to get on your feet and show ‘em how it’s done. Sure, you might potentially disrupt the scene they’ve created. Yet, if that’s what it takes to get your voice included in the chorus of revelry, so be it. You’re not going to let yourself get left out, are you? You need to be able to freely express what you’ve got going on or, simply put, you’ll soon be feeling pissed off.

Except that one is more confusing, since it started off suggesting that it’s ok to take a break then ended up telling me to get off my butt and shake my groove thang. But whatevs.

I have so many plans percolating right now, and there really is no time like the present to get shaking on them.