Every morning, around 6:15 AM, my radio station reads a daily horoscope for all its listeners. As I’m putting on my makeup, I listen in for four specific signs: Aries, Leo, Virgo and Scorpio. Aries, for my boyfriend; Leo, for my best friend; Virgo, for myself; and Scorpio for Jennifer.
I’m not one who believes your destiny is based on your sign, but I have been told on more that one occasion that I am a typical Virgo. Organized. Detail Oriented, and very picky. I would normally just listen in to see what the stars had in store for me on that particular day, but I’ve noticed myself listening in for the other three signs as well.
I want to make sure that my boy friend, the Aries, has a good day at work, and hope that he doesn’t have any huge challenges to face. Same with my Leo best friend, I want to see if she is going to have a successful day, and that everything will go smoothly for her.
I’ve found myself checking in on the Scorpio horoscope, to make sure that Nif has a good day in Heaven. Now, I know you must be saying, “Um, every day in Heaven is a good one,” but I just want to make sure that everything will be fine. I know the Catholic religion disregards horoscopes and that black magic, but I find it interesting that I relate the two.
I usually forget what I hear anyways, and don’t read too much into any of what they say. I just found myself listening in for that Scorpio reading, even years after Jen’s passing.