I like to play around with astrology sometimes. I don't take it too seriously — I see it as another way God might speak or move through the world. What I enjoy most is reading my horoscope after the fact, to see if it lines up with anything that actually happened. Yesterday's felt surprisingly fitting.
The horoscope said to expect opportunities and excitement — but probably not in the form I'd anticipate. Something about Venus and shared resources, intimacy, family foundations. It said the more I expected a certain outcome, the more likely something entirely different would happen.
Here's how my day played out.
My husband called to ask if I'd eaten dinner yet. Normally I don't wait for him — he's rarely home before bedtime and rarely eats at home. But I hadn't eaten yet; I'd been running errands and just got back. He said he was coming home and we were going to have dinner together.
That was a surprise. A genuinely good one, given everything that's been going on.
Over dinner we talked about all kinds of things, including my latest venture — because apparently running a business six days a week isn't enough. I've been selling antiques as a side gig to help my kid finish college. I'd bought something that day, the errand that delayed dinner, and I was telling him about it. I mentioned I probably shouldn't be spending money right now, that my coffers need filling not emptying.
He offered to invest.
I wasn't expecting that. When I first started, it was a whole negotiation just to bring things home. Then he agreed to the pole barn at work — which I didn't love, open to the elements and a brother-in-law who throws away things that aren't his. Eventually I got a small corner of the garage where a big fridge used to sit. Over time he started showing interest — asking what I'd found, helping move furniture on booth days, not complaining when household chores fell behind because I'd spent my one day off getting settled in.
And now he wants a percentage of the profits. Which is fair. More than the money though, it means he believes in me. Support I never asked for.
The one part of the horoscope that didn't quite pan out — the romantic night. He wanted me, but mostly on his terms. I did get my way the night before though, so I can't complain too much.
What I've been noticing lately, and what I want to put in my gratitude box: he's been showing up in small ways. Almost every day he buys a big coffee and shares half with me — half regular, half French vanilla, just how I like it. Last weekend he brought me a ring, a pretty sterling silver one from the casino, the kind he used to get me and then stopped. He almost gave it to someone else, then thought better of it. Sunday he surprised me with two bottles of perfume. And today, a big bag of individual BBQ chip bags — my favorite — because the last time he bought chips I pouted that there weren't any for me. He remembered.
Small things. But they're signs of love, aren't they?
I'm putting them all in the gratitude box.
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