March has been composting us alive. Like, not in the cute way where you turn your vegetable scraps into something that smells like earth and possibility — in the way where you are the vegetable scrap. Pisces season came in and just... dissolved the load-bearing walls of our executive function, our patience, our ability to form a sentence that means what we actually mean. Mercury retrograde made sure every attempt to think clearly felt like trying to read underwater. And eclipses showed up and just body-checked us for fun.

But here's what's actually been happening underneath all of that: we've been getting shown, with zero subtlety, every single thing in our lives that isn't working. Not gently. Not in a "journal prompt at a wellness retreat" way. More like the universe grabbed us by the collar and said look at this. This thing you've been t ...