I have been watching the Moon cycle closely. It all started with the Full Moon on the 1st of October.

October was the month of shooting my shots, a kind of season of sowing - of course I do know that we are constantly sowing and reaping, but October was particularly challenging in terms of putting myself out there. According to the law of averages the more you try the greater chance you have to succeed... eventually.

The patriarchy won this time, but I will let it slide and choose diplomacy. The topic of leadership will be revisited at a later time. It's ok, I can wait.

In terms of my choices of who I am attracted to are hardly my own choices. Some twisted childhood experience draws me close to those who would eventually mistreat me and I keep thinking that the red flags are there for decorations. HA. Eventhough I have relinquished this idea of thinking that I know what's best for me, the most unattainable characters seem the shiniest and I am just like a little moth who keeps banging its head against a lightbulb.

And finally the third shot: a home... if I pull this off I still don't think I can take full credit for it. It's been a series of fortunate events these 33 years (makes me smile to type this) and the next step could be the cherry on top.

So here is to being a humble farmer, tending to my crops. Never photographed the Moon, but the era of being taken for granted is over. I don't do vague anymore, I don't chase anymore, I don't seek out people who forget me. I don't apologise for things that I'm not responsible for, I don't say yes to everything either. I don't do vague anymore. This is not a hoop, but you couldn't jump it anyway.