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Old & Young
Jul. 8th, 2009 01:01 amSagittarius Horoscope for week of July 9, 2009
In the Middle Ages, people became adults when they turned seven years old. These days, the threshold is much later. I'm happy about that. In my view, the longer you can hold on to your playful irreverence and innocent lust for life, the better. Still, there is value in taking on the kinds of responsibilities that help you express yourself with grace and power. So I don't mean to rush you, but it might be time to take a step towards being on the verge of tiptoeing to the brink of preparing to accept more adulthood into your heart. You could make the process less harrowing by hanging out with those rare wise guys and wise girrrls who've survived the transition to greater maturity and a higher degree of professionalism with their youthful flair more or less intact.
And again, the endemic Bierce weirdness in my character shows through, as when I was in childhood, I had relatively little "playful irreverence" and "innocent lust for life" (at least, compared to my sister, my brother and many of my peers) and somewhat loathed my childish side, attempting to cultivate the veneer of seriousness and maturity that allegedly came with my intelligence and introversion. But then when I got to majority age, I was so disenchanted with the adult world (growing up in a retirement community will do that to you very quickly!) that "grow up at your own risk" became my motto. I don't have the "keep up with the Jones" mindset or career. I don't belong to the world of adults or the world of the young as such. Add to that the warpage of generational roles because of that multitude of Baby Boomers who refuse to "act their age" and what have we got?
And Time Won't Give Me Time...
In the Middle Ages, people became adults when they turned seven years old. These days, the threshold is much later. I'm happy about that. In my view, the longer you can hold on to your playful irreverence and innocent lust for life, the better. Still, there is value in taking on the kinds of responsibilities that help you express yourself with grace and power. So I don't mean to rush you, but it might be time to take a step towards being on the verge of tiptoeing to the brink of preparing to accept more adulthood into your heart. You could make the process less harrowing by hanging out with those rare wise guys and wise girrrls who've survived the transition to greater maturity and a higher degree of professionalism with their youthful flair more or less intact.
And again, the endemic Bierce weirdness in my character shows through, as when I was in childhood, I had relatively little "playful irreverence" and "innocent lust for life" (at least, compared to my sister, my brother and many of my peers) and somewhat loathed my childish side, attempting to cultivate the veneer of seriousness and maturity that allegedly came with my intelligence and introversion. But then when I got to majority age, I was so disenchanted with the adult world (growing up in a retirement community will do that to you very quickly!) that "grow up at your own risk" became my motto. I don't have the "keep up with the Jones" mindset or career. I don't belong to the world of adults or the world of the young as such. Add to that the warpage of generational roles because of that multitude of Baby Boomers who refuse to "act their age" and what have we got?
And Time Won't Give Me Time...
