Of Course, I think It Is A Load Of Old Bull.

I am not a natural cynic. I was one of those kids that believed in Santa for longer than they should of; I can get lost for hours on Youtube looking into niche conspiracy theories and I would always describe myself as spiritual – although not necessarily religious. But horoscopes have never been my thing.

I think it comes down to the fact that at school there was a boy with the same birthday as me. Malcolm Perry, We were not alike at all. He was confident, good at sports, and passed his driving test the first time! I…well I was the type of kid that grows up to write blogs on the internet about horoscopes. Which, I suppose could be a broad church but if you imagine the stereotypical blog writer – that’s me.

Anyway, that is why horoscopes made no sense to me at all. I didn’t want to be associated with Malcolm Perry, in any way and I hated the idea we might be the same. Plus, Hitler was a Taurus and he was just as bad as Malcolm Perry in my 12-year-old brain. So, I have ignored them completely and got on with my life. I’ve done alright without them.

I mean I haven’t won the lottery or become a celebrity. But neither has Malcolm Perry or any other person I know whether they are a Taurean or not.

I suppose you might be reading this and thinking, ahh stubborn, stuck to his view’s typical bullish behavior.

But I’m here to tell you, things have changed for me.

I had a child. A little boy. Born on 25th June that makes him a cusper, someone born straddling two-star signs. He’s still a little young to see how this magical fusion of two astral fields will influence his personality. I can tell you he is a big fan of chewing things and doesn’t like nap time.

I like to garden, so the first few months of my child’s life was outside, on one of those baby carriers. I would wake up early in the morning with him, pop him in and pull some weeds, or water some plants. So those first few months were filled with vitamin D, pollen, and the noise of the dawn chorus. My friends had a child born in the same year but in February. They are fantastic parents and will have given their child every experience she could ever need. But February in Scotland is not the time to work in the garden. When their child hit Summer, she would have been that little bit older, that little bit more aware of their surroundings. A baby’s brain changes shape all the time with the new skills they acquire and sensations they experience. So, a baby born in June will have a slightly different brain from a baby born in February.

So perhaps…just perhaps…these early influences of our environment may shape us a little and I might be more like other Taureans than I would want to admit. I mean Hitler was a Taurean but so was Shakespeare. And if he was around today…I bet he would love a good blog.

So, that’s where I am. I am a little more open. A little less skeptical. Let’s try this out.

Google Search: Taurus. Click on top hit. Astrology-zodiac-signs. Sounds as good an authority as any.

Let's see.

Ahh, likes- gardening. Spot on. Romance high. I do have a baby remember, so my wife must think I have some good moves.

Strengths – Practical. Ummm….my DIY is not great.

Patience – Well that depends. I would have said yes. But it wears thin when the baby isn’t sleeping.

Devoted and responsible. Yeah, I like the sound of that. I think I’m a pretty decent guy who likes to keep a promise.

Weaknesses- Stubborn. Well now, here I am giving this astrology thing a go so I’m not completely immovable.

Possessive – Ouch. I suppose I don’t like to share food, but I don’t want to annex Poland or anything.

Apparently, I also dislike synthetic fabrics. I did not know this. Nothing but cashmere and silk for me, from now on!!

OK, some of you might be rolling your eyes by now, begging me to take this more seriously. So, here is what we will do. I will look up my horoscope for yesterday and see how accurate it was. It’s not scientific but as I said, I’m a sort of spiritual guy so my experiment can be a bit hazy around the edges.

I have gone for Mystic Meg. In the UK, she was a big deal. She used to tell the nation their horoscopes before the National Lottery back when there were only four channels, so everyone watched the same thing. She did that job twenty years ago and she’s still around so she must be fairly good.

Yesterday's horoscope for me:

“Perhaps you are trying to talk yourself out of taking a big step, signing up for something new. And this keeps you stuck.

Break free by trusting your own judgment and ability to make things work.

The rest can follow.

In love terms, beware of too much, too soon. Pace passion to enjoy the experience, together.”

OK…well yesterday I nearly didn’t sign up for Vocal + but then I saw a discounted offer and here I am writing my story. Maybe that’s a big step. Maybe I will become a regular Vocal contributor that people want to read. Or maybe it means I’m stuck…still writing blogs.

Ohh, that’s tough to figure out. But I’m going to trust my judgment and continue writing with Vocal and try and make it work for me. I suppose that might mean I will win the challenge (nudge, nudge judges).

But then the judges might say… Woah this relationship with Vocal+ is a long-term thing. Pace this passion and enjoy the experience.

I’m going to check it again on the 5th of March when the winners are announced. I wonder if it will be a Taurus that wins.

Wait.

I bet Malcolm Perry* wins. He always wins. Stupid bullhead that he is.

* OK, this wasn’t the boy’s real name. I thought I shouldn’t use it. His real name was much cooler. Of course, it was.