I am a baby giraffe
So, in some ways I am kinda freakin’ out, cause yeah. I am turning 31. But in some ways I feel totally relieved ’cause I have a whole new decade and really, once I hit 30- single and broke- I figured it was only up from there. It doesn’t hurt that this ultra- handsome (hottt and happily married) Italian fashion designer told me I looked like I was 25 last night (and I quote, “and I’m not just saying that because I am Italian!”). So even though 31 is a little bit of a sketchy age (Let’s face it, in 1870 I would have been called an ”old maid”… although hopefully a cool one like Emily Dickinson), I do think that this new decade is going to be magnificent. And with a horoscope like this…
|Pregnant giraffes give birth standing up. Babies arrive in their new environment with a jolt, hitting the ground after plummeting six feet. Although they were fairly safe before, upon leaving the womb they are in danger of being preyed upon by animals like leopards and hyenas, which wouldn’t dare attack their giant mothers. I’m thinking there’s a resemblance between the newborn giraffes and a new project you’re working on, Virgo. Its initial splash into the world may be a bit rocky and fraught with dicey challenges. But I’m here to say that if you’re a vigilant caretaker in the early going, it will grow to maturity.
… how could I think otherwise?