“I’m never going to date a Leo again,” I said in 2010.
Then in 2013.
Then in 2016.
Why, time and time again, was I stuck with these egomaniacs? They were boastful and proud, and so utterly consumed with themselves. Sure, they were charming—the whole of them had good looks, witty comments, and prowess in the sack. But was that all there was to love?
This August delivered two eclipses and an abundance of wild, unkempt energy—like a bundle of burning sparklers that I was left to deal with. Put them out? Keep them burning? Or shove them into a neighbor’s hand so they could figure it out?
But I wasn’t allowed to do that. The sparklers belonged to me and they had my name on them. They arrived with just one cautionary message: watch where the wind is blowing.
After Monday’s eclipse, an epiphany struck me that I did not expect (guess that’s the point of epiphanies, isn’t it?). Here it was: maybe I’m a closet Leo.
At first, I didn’t understand. No, no, no, I thought. Leos are the stars, I’m the audience; Leos bring the drama, I supply the peace; Leos spit fire and I water them down; Leos roar while I whimper.
Those were lies I cooked and fed myself for breakfast each day. They were fallacy-feedings that I willingly consumed even though there was a part of me that knew better.
The truth is that I had more fire than I cared to admit.
The Leo energy is bright—it’s passionate love and unbridled creativity. There’s a sense of power when you’re around a Leo, the feeling that perhaps the universe really does want you to be happy. I used to think it was silly to imagine a world that shapes itself around you (vs. the other way around) but looking at my own life, I see quite clearly that we might, in fact, be living in a holographic universe.
Case in point: today, a woman came up to me at Starbucks and complimented my tattoo. She told me I have “beautiful energy” and that even though I’m petite, I “pack a lot of punch”. She’s never met me before.
The woman narrated the story of her life, and referenced spirit guides and soul work. It was exactly what I needed to hear; it was the friend I needed to meet.
With coffee and Confidence in hand, I experienced something quite extraordinary: nearly every single person on the street said “Good morning” to me. I’m talking about people I’ve seen on the same block all the time who barely look at me. Today, they picked up on something I was emitting. “Sunshine,” one neighbor said. “I like your pigtails.”
Here’s what it boils down to: if we pay close attention to our environment and the people within it, we discover that Leo energy exists within in all of us. And if we smile, shine, and make love to the Universe, then the Universe will devote itself to us—fully, loyally, and with an open heart.
Just like a Leo.