The Lion’s Gate Portal

Something in the air has shifted. Besides the fact that storms are rolling in, so it’s literally 20 degrees cooler than it has been, there’s also the astrological component. Today is the eight day of the eight month, and 2024 adds up to eight. If you believe in angel numbers, this is supposed to be a big event. All about manifestation and putting out good juju into the world.

Interestingly, I first heard about this from a zodiac specific account I follow, which talked about the Lion’s Gate Portal and why it’s extra special this year, especially for my sign. It briefly touched upon new beginnings in abundance.

I don’t know how much I believe in astrology (Do I follow it? Yes. Closely enough to base my life around it? No.), but like I said, there’s something in the air.

And I’m not the only person who feels that way. 

This morning, as my coworkers wandered into work, they too brought up how today felt lighter; how the past few days had a sort of dark cloud hanging overhead, and the background of the angel numbers and manifesting good things came up.

While I’m not sure what the actual cause is, I can say that the heaviness from the previous days has somewhat lifted. Things are still complicated and confusing, because that’s just life, but they somehow also feel attainable.

Everything, even things that are supposed to be easy, seemed so impossible up until yesterday, and now, things seem within reach again. 

It’s a relief to feel that way, even if (I worry that) it may be short-lived. Taking things one day at a time is not how anxious people tend to operate. Instead, we over-analyze and overthink every possible outcome, until our brains are so filled with what might be that we can’t even remember what is anymore.

Unlearning things you’ve done by default for years is not easy, even though people may tell you that it is. Because in theory, it should be.

Take me posting this. I’ve been trying to write something of substance for weeks now. Every To Do list included some form of, write and post, followed by numerous exclamation points so I knew I was serious.

Even on the occasions I was able to write something, I didn’t curate it in any way that I would be proud to put it out there into the world. But striving for perfection is my biggest enemy. Don’t all artists think their earlier work sucks? They just keep at it, and hone in on their talents, and craft things they can finally be proud of… at least, that’s what I’m manifesting today.