Fly, fly, fly.

What does it feel like to fly? I used to have this dream where I was standing on the top of an old barn out in the middle of a huge field. My hair was blowing in a soft breeze and my arms were raised high. I would lean backwards off of the edge of that old barn with my eyes closed and a feeling would spontaneously overcome my body and I knew something was about to be set in motion. And it felt good. I felt alive and happy and scared and overwhelmed. That feeling was exhilarating.

That's what it might feel like to fly.

Untypical Libra.

If you aren't familiar with some of the ways that we operate, let me give you a few of the highlights. At least in my humble opinion.

We can be indecisive.

Options are often looked at from many different angles.

Harmony is important in our life.

We prefer to cooperate and compromise.

I've listened to this inner voice for such a long time that I am sometime unaware that it exists. Today, though I made a decision in 30 short minutes (I had to weigh a couple of pros and cons...) and took action.

But then I couldn't decide what to eat for dinner.