Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I can’t sleep. It’s 23:00, and I have been in bed since 21:00. Restless. I see you. Your eyes light up when you see me, or maybe, when you see the inhibited joy and light in mine when you’d walk through the door. I stopped pretending I wasn’t waiting for... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It has come to my attention, dear sir, that I am becoming more and more a whining little thing and, let’s be honest, that position does not suit me. I have spent the last few weeks telling you how stressed I am, how I am not sure how I will... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Everything, just everything, is backwards. Where do I even begin? The $2300 tax return is gone, as if it never existed. Paid the accountant, school fees for Drago’s school book, Stallion’s farewell, and the fun fair. Booked an exterminator because the basement is crawling with bugs. Amazon cart: toilet paper,... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. I feel lately that life is this massive whirlpool that I am not quite sure what to hold on to. Summer is officially here, and I have had a blinding migraine over the past 4 days, but all in all, I am functioning quite well. The neck also... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am on fire! Worked for 2 hours straight through 6/10 neck pain, finished two articles, 14 social media posts, and 14 social media assets, and it’s all before my day actually begins, lol. Who?! Who’s a freaking rockstar?! Had to share with you. The sun is out, it’s a... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Sometimes, when you feel that the noise in your head is too loud, that the thoughts, the new discoveries are swirling too fast, you retreat to that private cave of yours and think. Disappearing from the world. I discovered that if I let myself, and then time allows, I do... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hi handsome. I run to you when the ambiguity of the world gets to me. When I am lost. When what I am doing feels good but looks wrong. I’m writing. And I enjoy writing. I write 4 different blogs. Four, for goodness sake. I spent a long day questioning... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Less than 2 months ago, I was not able to sit more than 20 minutes in front of the PC, do you remember? And now, I sit for hours and hours. Writing. Feeding my soul. Equal parts guilt and pride flooding my system at all times. Because I am supposed to be a businesswoman and put... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Isn’t it miraculous how doubt creeps in, in those small spaces between successes? I was completely ready to boast how well I am doing, how creatively I solved some problems, how many hours I sat writing — and then that small, tiny voice hits with devastating accuracy: Is that what you are... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. How was your weekend? Here, Saturday morning was frustrating. I asked the ex to drop the kids off at the worship place at 10:00. Then, I was bombarded with messages from my kids. Stallion said he doesn’t want to go, so he asked to be dropped off at... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hey, handsome, how’s it hanging? It’s been quite a wild ride for me, actually. The sharp “I have no money for food, what are we going to do?” Now switched to an even worse type of stress — the 2,000$ of the tax refund, opening a hole in “Ok, what’s absolutely urgent... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I so don’t want to do anything today, I cannot even explain it to you, lol. Since the kids are home, all I want to do is sit in the living room with them and stare at cartoons. Sigh. And my day is so heavily packed with planning. Apparently, it’s... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, How horrible it must have been to be the forseer who sees what no one else can see, sees the disaster coming, yet is helpless to prevent it, because no one sees what she does and does not believe her. How horrible that the silly habit of erotion of a... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello beloved. How is your day unravelling? Today, we will discuss our timeline. Or maybe the timeline of my delusions. I am still not quite sure I am sane with all this “digital note in a bottle” I have launched 60 letters ago. But hey, since when did sanity have... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Good morning, my love. It’s 09:07. The kids went to school. My head is heavy and sluggish, and the price for this week’s marathon starts to be obvious. Yesterday, I also took 3250 mg of Tylenol in total, which explains why I slept well and woke up with my muscles... Continue Reading →
