The bear in me
By all accounts I’m a bull according to the horoscope that is – but a lot of times you could call me a bull the way I move through life (sort of like in a china closet) because I just have a tendency to go full on till I drop. I’m also a boar according to the Chinese horoscope and that is pretty much who I am as well, sort of happy as a pig to roll around and feel good whenever I can. But in reality, if I had to pick an animal I most associate with it would be the elephant and certainly its manifestation in Ganesha – the sort of trickster who likes to push through to solutions while at the same time I’m the one who set up the obstacle to begin with – sort of like being in your own trick bag.
But lately I’m a bear. I have been crawling into bed at 9 and am legitimately asleep by 9:30 and I can’t get up until after 7 in the morning. I wake feeling like I need a few more hours sleep. T says it’s the weather changing, but I feel like it is almost PTS of sorts. The need to hibernate is overwhelming me because it is keeping me from wanting to be out right now enjoying this beautiful weather – see it’s not winter here, it’s spring (at least it feels that way – it was 80 degrees by 8 am) and I should be tiptoeing in the tulips instead of slumbering in the pine forest.
I can’t bear being a bear but it seems my body has its own will and now the will to sleep and rest is tantamount to all else. So I have to yield to the bear in me.