Apparently today is the spiritual death of 2020. If astrologers are to be believed, the eclipse taking place in the southern hemisphere is supposed to clear out a bunch of stagnant energy, allow us to let go of sadness and pain that have been holding us back from growing, and signal the true end of Trump's influence. That all sounds nice, but a cosmic panacea for our earthly woes is far too grand a thing on which to pin all of one's hopes and dreams. All the same, it can't hurt to at least make the effort to meet the universe halfway. My goal is to make 2021 a transformative year. As such, I have decided upon a two-pronged attack: 1. Love what you love : A friend of mine pointed out that I seem afraid to take up space, apologizing for nothing and taking back what I say. My therapist has been encouraging me to share what I know about certain topics on YouTube, and start teaching in a different way. My social space feels fractured between my different hobbies and I expend a ...