I have written, and I have written. I am either explaining some wild synchronicities that happened after I last wrote or writing in metaphors.

Truthfully the part of me that sees the synchronicities for what they are is the one genuine part of me that I am happy to make friends with again. I missed this part of me, and if anything, is the silver lining, if there is one, that came out of the last nine months.

I also wrote a lot about myself in Astrology metaphors. They helped me explain some things I could not word. The planets and their position in my houses have been a neutral third party.

Making friends with myself, the good, the bad, and the downright misunderstood parts of myself are what I spent the last nine months doing.

It’s not that I am not friends with myself and haven’t examined every ounce of myself either with astrology,  meditation, journaling, an immersive in the divine feminine, or a quick look at Human Design.

I need to continue to befriend the part of me that will not get out of my own way.

I need to befriend the part of me still afraid to do certain necessary things. The avoidance and the fear that still grips me. It angers me, and I fail to understand what keeps me feeling this way.

And while I made friends with my resiliency, as it is the very thing that helped me push forward to experience new things and feel better, it is the same thing that kept me in a situation for too long.

I try to make sense of things, but I realize some things do not and will never make sense. I feel a genuine sense that I let myself down. Was it my resiliency, strength, kindness, and persistence?

My anger…  I have not made friends with the part of me that is truly angry. And there it is; the one thing that I have not taken a good enough look at is the part of me that I have stuffed down, snuffed out, and turned so thoroughly on myself that it is sometimes debilitating.

I have not given my anger a proper place. I haven’t even attempted to befriend it yet. Now I realize that I need to try.