The Beginning of the End

Last night, under the pink moon, Venus slipped into Libra in Aries.
The love moon soft but sharp didn’t just whisper… it exposed.
Karmic loops, emotional patterns, behaviors I kept repeating unconsciously.

And this morning, under the stillness of new light… I feel it.
The shift.
Old patterns dissolving.
Attachments that once felt like home now echo with hollowness.
They don’t comfort they haunt.
They reflect who I used to be.

There’s grief in that.
But also freedom.
Because something in me has moved forward.
And now, I’m aware.

This… this is the beginning of the end.
Of chaos disguised as love.
Of choosing loops over leaps.
Of calling pain passion.

We hold onto patterns because they’re familiar.
Predictable.
Safe in their toxicity.
But the real magic? It comes when you choose a color that doesn’t match.
A decision that disrupts.
A path that feels uncertain… but true.

It takes courage to create a life you’ve never seen.
To color outside the lines.
To trust the chaos might actually be the canvas.

Later maybe not now, maybe not soon
you’ll zoom out and see:
That mess? It was the masterpiece.
That heartbreak? It was the initiation.
That ending? It was the beginning.

Because I’m not who I was.
And that’s the most beautiful thing of all.