about feeling Saturn’s return at 27. 

I keep asking myself, and others, how it’s possible to be having the best and worst possible year in tandem. It feels like every dream and fear are bubbling at the surface and I’ve taken to becoming a metaphorical firefighting superhero to keep it all under control, albeit in this fantasy - it’s less of a protective uniform, and more of a hot pink spandex number covered in Swarovski crystals, worn with go-go boots. 

Anyway, as someone who’s always been enamored with the idea of 27 - it’s absolutely nothing like what I imagined. But I’m still here, I’m still fighting like hell to ensure life goes the way I want it to, and I think - even amidst the chaos - it kind of is. 

RuPaul says this is the year that you grow into your life’s purpose. 

And you know, they might just be right.

has settled.

Need you hide away 

in new realms,

leaving a trail

riddled with resentment?