no regrets…

taken in Bali
taken in Bali

Last night at the club we got talking about bucket lists.

It’s a subject I’ve been thinking a lot about lately- that and wrinkles, and this crinkly bit under my chin. I think it has something to do with the fact that I had a birthday during the week.

I wrote about my bucket list over on and anyways during the week- check it out if you’re interested.

Anyways, around the table the reactions were different. My Cancer Sun (Capricorn Moon) friend and Scorpio Sun hubby don’t really have lists as such- although she did say that she’d do the posh health spa that’s on my list.

My friend’s Sag Sun hubby said he didn’t have a list, but would do things as the opportunity presented. He has a Taurus Moon.

So, we talked about mine.

My husband thinks that I need to be realistic about it. He said that everything on my list cost money. I pointed out that a good bucket list is comprised of 75% dream and 25% reality. His Saturn is in Capricorn opposite my 5th house Jupiter.

Anyways, in the process of writing down my bucket list, I also got to thinking about everything I’ve done in the 6 years that Uranus has been in my 1st house. Sure I did stuff before, but not to this extent.

It blew me away to see it on paper.

In the last 6 years I’ve travelled to Fiji, Malaysia (Kuala Lumpur and Penang), Hong Kong (4 times), Macau, Singapore, Bintan, Bali (3 times), New York, New Caledonia, Vanuatu, New Zealand (9 times). Some for work (Hong Kong), some for pleasure (the rest).

Within Australia, I’ve also been to Perth a few times (for work), Brisbane a lot (for work), Sunshine Coast a few times (pleasure), Melbourne a lot (for both) and Adelaide occasionally (work).

I’ve watched the Full Moon rise over Mitre Peak in Milford Sound, watched the stars in Lake Tekapo and marvelled at the colours and smells of thermal Rotorua. I’ve been horse riding in Jindabyne, hot air ballooning in the Hunter Valley, on a chopper across the face of Mount Cook, snorkelled with the fishies in the South Pacific, and been bitten by a manky monkey in Bali.

I’ve done the standby dash in Macau, stood on Top of the Rock in New York and para-glided in Penang.

I’ve grown my hair, I’ve had a tattoo and I’ve thrown away my business suits.

I’ve lost count of the number of office relocations I’ve done, and let’s not even talk about the Brisbane flood office recovery and other major work projects. Most of it has ended up in this blog- in some way, shape or form.

Six years ago I started studying astrology, and I re-discovered my love for writing.

Since then I’ve had articles published- some even in mainstream magazines- written multiple drafts of 2 fiction manuscripts (someone publish one please), have clear plans for another 3, and have completed the first draft of an astrology book, with outlines for at least 2 ebooks and another 3 commercial books.

I’ve now left corporate life behind and am a lot poorer, but substantially happier.

All in the last 6 years.

It could have looked very different- all of these were opportunities that I might previously have not taken, but with Uranus sitting on my shoulder whispering “how hard can it be?” I’ve jumped.

Sure I’ve done some dumb things too- some seriously dumb things…and I’d do all of them again. Even the dumbest of the dumb things- in fact, that’s what started it all.

The last 6 years have been manically busy, stressful, hard, shitty and flipping amazing. There’s been a lot of tears, a lot of laughs, some mega highs and some seriously serious lows.

I’ve still got a way to go- I’m still only almost there with the publishing, almost there with the astrology practice. I’m also still hanging onto too much weight.

This though, everything here, is what my Uranus 1st house transit has looked like. And I’ve still got another year of it to go…

My bucket list mightn’t be realistic, but 6 years ago would I have even dreamed that I could have experienced everything that I have?

Exactly.

Besides, how hard can it be?

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