Ugh: It's in the air and I am heartened to know that I'm not the only one

I have tried to run with the nurturing-container premium-offering crowd. I’m getting off the train. For the last few years, I’ve tortured myself trying to do all that, and it’s not me. Maybe it’s Barbault’s Basket, maybe it’s the nodes shifting into my natal nodal signs on Sunday, maybe it’s that separating conjunction that transit Pluto has been quietly making from my natal north node. Maybe it’s…