Your Glorious Incompleteness
. . . you are magnificently unfinished
The Glorious Incompleteness of Now
You are magnificently unfinished.
I don’t mean this as consolation for your failures or a pacifier for your impatience. It’s a wild, insurgent fact that changes everything about how you regard this peculiar moment you’re living through. Even if this is a moment when you can’t tell whether you’re evolving or devolving.
You are not yet who you will become.
You are a gorgeous, flawed rough draft. The person you’ll be in five years would probably laugh affectionately at the things you’re certain about right now. They’d recognize you the way you might recognize your adolescent self in an old photograph: “Oh yes, that’s definitely me, but wow, I had no idea what I was growing into.”
Your current struggle is still transforming into wisdom. The pain you’re feeling is like compost that hasn’t finished its work. Maybe it even smells, is rotting, and is still a mess. But give it time and tending, and it will become rich soil. The very thing that’s breaking you down is breaking you open. You’re hosting the fertile ground for what wants to grow through you next.
Maybe your confusion has not yet clarified into purpose. That’s probably good. Clarity that arrives too early is just premature certainty, and premature certainty is the death of genuine transformation.
Real purpose usually emerges slowly, the way your eyes adjust to darkness. First there’s nothing but murk and stumbling. Then oh-so-gradually, you begin to make out shapes and find your footing. The confusion isn’t a problem to be solved; it’s the medium through which you’re learning to see.
So yeah, the mess may not yet be fully composted into soil. But here’s what composting teaches us: Nothing is wasted in the ecosystem of a life. Everything breaks down to feed what comes next.
Those things you call failures? They’re ingredients. The ending that looms has not yet revealed the beginning it portends.
Endings are tricksters. They pretend to be conclusions when they’re actually thresholds. Every time you think the story is over, you’re just at the part where the protagonist loses what they thought they needed.
You know what comes next in every worthwhile story? The real adventure begins, which couldn’t have happened if everything had gone according to plan.
In sum: You are far from done.
I can’t emphasize this enough. You are so magnificently, frustratingly, gloriously far from done. The story is not yet over. The verdict is not yet in. And anyone who tells you otherwise, including the critic in your own head, is speaking prematurely.
You have not yet met everyone who will love you. Some of your most important people are still strangers. They’re out there right now, living their own unfinished stories, heading toward the intersection where your paths will cross. You can’t imagine them yet. You don’t know their names or their faces or the specific ways they’ll reshape your understanding of what it means to be known and cherished. But they’re coming.
You have not yet become delightfully impossible in the ways you’ll eventually become delightfully impossible.
That might be my favorite fact of all. Right now, you might be trying hard to be possible—to be reasonable, to be acceptable, to fit into the narrow slot the world seems to have assigned you. You may be editing yourself, hedging your bets, and playing it safe.
But the you that’s still emerging, the future version who has metabolized all this confusion and beauty and struggle and education and mess, is going to be so wonderfully, unapologetically, deliciously impossible that your current self wouldn’t believe it.
The future you will say things your current self is too afraid to say. They’ll pursue longings your current self keeps locked in a compartment marked “impractical.” I bet they will even laugh at things that aren’t funny to anyone else and find grace and meaning in places respectable people overlook and make choices that cause certain relatives to shake their heads in fond exasperation. That future self will be weird in precisely the ways you’re destined to be weird. And they won’t apologize for it.
The path from who you are to who you’re becoming isn’t a straight line. It’s more like a mycelial network spreading underground, connecting seemingly unrelated experiences, feeding the fruit that will eventually break the surface. You can’t rush it. You can only trust that the incompleteness isn’t a deficiency but a promise.
So here you are: unfinished, in process, still becoming. The caterpillar in the chrysalis doesn’t know it’s becoming a butterfly. It just dissolves into chaos and trusts the intelligence of transformation. Maybe that’s what you’re doing too. You’re not lost or behind schedule, but dissolving into the necessary chaos that precedes the next iteration of you.
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I’ve written an extra message for those of you in your sixties and seventies. Read it here: tinyurl.com/ElderWisdomNow
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And here’s a healing rant for all you unfinished souls, a bonus message: tinyurl.com/CongratsOnUpgrade
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I’ve published a new book:
Free Will Astrology: Love Oracles to Liberate Your Imagination: Aries
This collection is a tender and rowdy guide to understanding and embodying the Aries energy. It offers oracles, insights, and provocations to help Aries natives, their allies, and anyone who aspires to cultivate courage, candor, and daring.
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Confession: I had a beautifully orderly plan to publish all 12 astrology books in graceful succession. Life had other ideas.
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The other 11 books are deep in their final beautification rituals and will follow as soon as they’ve finished negotiating with Time, Fate, and the publishing gremlins.
Meanwhile, I’m delighted to offer you this first volume. I poured decades of liberated love, wild hope, and imagination into it. I think it’s a beauty. And I fully intend for the other 11 to be its worthy companions.
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FREE WILL ASTROLOGY
Week of July 16
CANCER (June 21-July 22): Make a list of your five greatest pleasures. These are experiences that stir your senses, steady your pulse, and remind you why you love being alive. Write them down as if they were sacred prayers. Sing a spontaneous song of praise of them. Then set out on a quest to discover pleasure number six. This is a delight you have never tasted, touched, or imagined before. Maybe it will come from saying yes to a possibility you usually decline. Treat this experiment as a form of worship and a way to boost your devotion to your healing life force.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): According to neuroscientists, the “default mode network” is the area of your brain that lights up when you’re daydreaming, drifting through thoughts and feelings, and letting your imagination roam around. This is when your deep self does crucial work: weaving memories into stories, making creative connections, rehearsing possible futures, and forging your sense of identity. I mention this, Leo, because the coming days will be prime time for you to indulge lavishly in this healing and restorative activity. Don’t let a task-obsessed world shame you out of your reveries. Your genius will bloom from their slowly swirling flow.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Here are three gentle nudges: 1. One of your trusty tools or assets still seems to be working fine, but I suggest you look into the possibility that it will soon need repair. 2. Unless you act proactively to ease the strain on your system, a mini-breakdown could be on the horizon. 3. The monster hiding in your closet is hibernating, which makes this the perfect time to summon an exorcist before it rouses. Here’s the very good news, dear Virgo: Because you are reading this oracle, you are now armed with all you need to stave off turmoil and head in the direction of an exciting renaissance.
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Researchers who study improvisational jazz have found that master musicians often anticipate each other’s ideas milliseconds before anyone actually plays the notes. Their brains become exquisitely synchronized through deep listening rather than rigid planning. Maybe more than any other sign, you Libras possess a similar aptitude in managing your intimate alliances and social connections. In the coming weeks, this superpower will be even more necessary and available than usual. I’ll provide a reminder: Pay less attention to what people claim to mean and more attention to the rhythms beneath their words. Let your intuition guide you. The subtly shared timing will generate elegant cooperation.
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): “It’s bad luck to be superstitious!” is a delightful paradox that I enjoy playing with. It makes fun of our tendency to believe that invisible forces are constantly keeping score on our behavior. On one level, the phrase pokes at the way superstition multiplies anxiety instead of easing it. If you really believed it’s bad luck to be superstitious, then your belief about bad luck would itself be a superstition. So you’d have to avoid the very thinking pattern you’re using to feel safer. It exposes how easily the mind can tie itself in knots trying to control the uncontrollable. On another level, “it’s bad luck to be superstitious” is an invitation to examine which of your little rituals are entertaining and nourishing and which are cages. Keeping a lucky stone in your pocket is fine if it amuses you, but believing you’re doomed if you don’t carry the stone isn’t so fine. My advice: Notice when your charm or taboo is no longer a quirky companion, but starts being a tyrant that shrinks your freedom.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Are you the type of Sagittarius who pushes open doors with “pull” signs on them? Do you get a secret kick out of opening boxes from the end that says “open other side”? Maybe you even yack on your phone in designated quiet zones. If so, I’d like to suggest channeling your rebellious spark into grander acts. In the weeks ahead, you will be carrying some potent renegade energy. Used wisely, your radiant defiance could topple a stagnant situation that’s overdue for change.
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CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Many healers favor the slow-and-steady path. They often meet with people once a week, trusting that even stubborn issues must be unwoven with patience and gentleness. But there are also bold experimenters who work differently. I know an acupuncturist who invites clients to live at her clinic for six days straight, offering a new treatment every two hours during the waking hours. She creates a healing immersion chamber. That’s the spirit I recommend for you in the coming weeks, Capricorn. You’re at the threshold of resolving a long-standing imbalance. What will serve you best isn’t dabbling at it but offering it focused, sustained, wholehearted attention until the shift activates.
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): You can refresh and boost your ambition if you give it a firm, precise adjustment sometime soon. Your raw vitality will surge back if you refrain from indulging in a careless habit that has been draining it. Your willpower and determination have been weakened by the fallout from an old misstep, but you now have the clarity needed to repair that error. Your libidinous energy is not as clear and potent as it could be, but it will become so once you get more honest about what truly excites you.
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): You’re like an arrow that has been shot from a bow and is three-quarters of the way to the target. You’re a delicious meal still simmering on the stove, or a pregnancy at seven months, or the last two weeks before a major election. When I tuned my inner vision to you, I glimpsed a honeybee wriggling a dance to show its coworkers where a stand of blooming lilac awaits. Have you ever been on the verge of speaking a new language with ease? That’s where you are now, Pisces: just before true fluency clicks.
ARIES (March 21-April 19): In honor of the intensive homecoming phase of your astrological cycle, I have homework for you. 1. Make a prediction about how old you will be when you know precisely who you are. 2. Forecast the day when you will look in the mirror and recognize your face as an intricate portrait of every experience you have ever loved. 3. Imagine the dawn when the boundary between your own longing and life’s longing will dissolve, revealing they’ve always been the same current. 4. Predict when your heart will be as wild and free and brave as you have always wanted it to be.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Ornithologists studying migration know that some birds don’t fly directly to their destination. They follow “leading lines.” These are geographical features like coastlines and mountain ranges that provide orientation. Even when this means taking a longer route, the certainty of having a guiding landmark outweighs the efficiency of a straight line across nondescript terrain. I recommend the birds’ approach to you in the coming weeks, Taurus. Follow your own leading lines: practices and intuitions that provide lucid orientation even when they don’t offer shortcuts. The indirect path offers the surety you need.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): What’s an important truth you keep forgetting about? Maybe it’s a promise you once made to yourself, or an understanding that your younger self knew, or a wisdom your body keeps trying to communicate while your mind ignores it. What truth returns again and again in different guises: through synchronicities, seemingly random comments from friends, recurring dreams, or the same lesson repeating in new situations? What crucial insights about life do you remember during crisis or ecstasy, only to abandon them once normalcy returns? Now is a favorable time to fully recover this lesson and install it firmly at the heart of your life.
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Your post reminded me of the stanza from
Last Night as I Was Sleeping By Antonio Machado
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.