Woah, this week flew by in a whirlwind. I have spent most of the week outside with my girls. I am going to keep this short so that I can get to bed before three a.m.

As I was going to write in the last entry, I have been overcoming some obstacles and checking off mini victories. I already mentioned the fact that I told my mother to never speak to me again. Other such victories to mention are as follows: 1) I attended the Seventh Annual Total Woman Conference free of charge since my business coach offered me the opportunity to do some prep work for the conference ahead of time. Last Thursday, I stuffed gift bags with another volunteer. This reminded me of how much I enjoy doing behind the scenes work preparing for events.

The conference was all about money. Money (and mother) has been the theme of March—woman's month. Boy have I been working on rewiring my brain about money. As saturn continues to sit on my natal moon, I continue to learn what I don't know about money. Interestingly, I am not in fear now. Like most people, I fear the unknown but this time I am excited by it. Having some information about money (or how the mainstream views it) enables me to better imagine myself having it. I really need it now as I want to take the sixty hour business course at CAMBA.

Having experienced a very moving moment from Joyce Moy, I cried as she recounted how her mother and baby brother were sitting on a couch on the street, having been evicted before she got home from school. She emphasized that MONEY IS A TOOL. That statement made all the sense in the world to me. I like tools. I like to use tools to make my life easier. The key phrase for Capricorn is I USE.

During the conference, I got a chance to do exercises to undo some of the feelings of discomfort I feel when imagining myself with large amounts of money.

I learned many new things, got reinforcement for some things I already knew and unlearned some of what I no longer need on this journey.

2) I got matched with a lawyer from the call I put in to Legal Aid. I am reading the Letter of Engagement carefully as the second paragraph warns me to do. I am relieved that I am getting help pro bono and will be sure not to incur any unnecessary costs (which means I will not incur ANY costs).

3) It turns out that the banksters who are suing me are in a world of trouble of their own. Higher ups are in jail for drug smuggling, fraud, embezzlement and just about every other crime you can imagine.
The clerk told me that I have noting to worry about even though I am representing myself.

Yesterday, I listened to a webinar by Barbara Bellissimo called How to Ask for Money. I can't say that I was swept off my feet from the webinar or laser coaching (or the coachee, for that matter). I did, however, download The Ten Biggest Fears Women Have (I have all ten of them) and How to Overcome Them so this is what I am going to read before going to bed.

PS So much for keeping it short, but at least I am keepin' it real...

I have been MIA a lot this month as March Madness continues. Minor little victories is the name of the game for me this month. So far, I told my mother to never talk to me or my family again after that seventeen paged single spaced letterbomb she sent. This is an outcome that has been thirty years in the making.

Oh great, I just accidentally lost a half hour's worth of writing I put here, having edited it in the wrong format. Since Daylight's Savings (Losings) Time has already robbed me of an extra hour's sleep for the past three days, I have to go to bed an hour earlier and can't rewrite my commentary at this time. Now my baby is waking up too so it looks like this has to wait...

It's been a minute since I have last written. They always tell you to succeed in something you have to believe in yourself. They always say that you can do anything you put your mind to. They say that you can change your life and achieve great things by deciding what you want to do and taking action toward achieving your dreams. All the pep talk serves a purpose. We need it. We need the affirmations because our environment reflects what we feel and think about ourselves internally. We need to put positive thoughts and feelings in our minds in order to make positive things happen. But what they don't tell us is that when we decide to change our lives and put ourselves on a new path, all kinds of other things happen to stop the progress. That brings me to the art of understanding the astrological chart as usual. Generally speaking, we all have planets in our chart that have a job to do. Some planets work with others and some work alone. Some act as benefic agents, helping us grown and buoy challenges and stresses while others self sabotage. Some planets wield a lot of power and some are relatively weak. Specifically, I have a group of three planets in the same sign (Libra) very tightly knit. They work together ALL the time. One planet never does anything without the other two. They are in essence, the Three Musketeers. It just so happens that these planets are the Moon—representing my subconscious, my emotional needs and security, my instincts, my mother and my habits, Uranus—the planet of rebellion, upheaval, genius, insanity, sudden shocks and sudden changes. These two planets are in exact conjunction (meaning the same sign with the same degree--and there are thirty degrees in each sign) paired with Jupiter the planet of expansion, of the higher mind, luck, entertainment, over-doing it, my broadview with the outerworld and my well-spring of wisdom. Let's see now, in addition to having to go to court (this would be about finances and Jupiter rules my second house of finances), I got a seventeen paged, single-spaced, type letter of hatred and anger splattered in between mostly Old-Testament, Hell-Fire and Brimstone Style Biblical verses. This lovely letter came from my mother (did I mention the moon rules mother?) and all this chaos (that lovely loose-canon, Uranus) is going to finally either kill me or set me free (which option do you think will be my final outcome?!). More later, have to do some martian activity (exercise) and get the baby some air.