Tonight marks the first Full Moon of 2017, which fits very nicely into our Capricorn narrative: regardless of what time it appears, this lunar phase encourages us to take stock of our #blessings and our wounds. In contrast with the New Moon phase—which is all about reseting and moving forward—the Full Moon asks us to look back, to reflect and reassess.
A Full Moon in January, or a "Wolf Moon," is a love letter to thirst and creatures reborn, to the phoenix and all its potential in ashes. It's nostalgia that howls, and it's not always pretty. It's all the places in this city that you associate with heartbreak.
But as Baudelaire theorized, "I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy." Idk if that's totally fair, and I think it has the potential to be extremely problematic, but it feels nice today. Because even when I'm lying in bed and a weird comment I made seven years ago flashes across my consciousness and I want to smack myself in the face with a dictionary—even when we look back and our mistakes are thrown into an unpleasant, fluorescent, gas station bathroom light—there is courage. There is promise in having the courage to look back at all.
I'm hardly an expert on sane living, and my youth constantly precedes me (just ask every single resume/cover letter I've sent out over the past year), but one thing I am sure about is the power of self-examination. We can never hope to improve if we can't take a good critique. I don't know if karma exists, I don't know if the universe gives a damn about justice and promises, but I do know that I can make better mistakes tomorrow.