I usually am not one to believe in astrology. To agree with something, I need facts that are based on emperical data and usually that just does not come from Jupiter. Yes, I am a fan of gravity and tidal waves. I understand the importance of the sun. But I genuinely do not think space directly impacts my life on an emotional level, unless I am talking to the moon catharticly (or crazily, they are typically the same). My apologies to the aliens, but I do not really plan on leaving this planet or getting to know anything on the other side of the ozone. I am just going to stay in my little Earth bubble and stick to myself for a bit, continuing to put little stock in astrology, because I just do not believe it.
Except, I did believe in astrology yesterday. I know what you are thinking: "lunatic" (emphasis on the Luna). But hear me out.
So, last week was just a week of Monday's. I woke up each day with a heaping pile of homework left over from the day before, scrambled to my classes, got back to my dorm and did more homework. Not to mention, I had work and then two gospel Chior performances in the same week. I started to miss the characters from The Office, because I had no time to just watch Netflix. I was averaging 4 hours of sleep for the last five nights of the week and was quite convinced that I was at least a little sick. I think I cried more than I slept this past week. I definitely know that I ate more food than was probably heathy, trying to get energy to my brain. It was the kind of week when you finish a paper just to have your computer crash before you save and have to rewrite half of it again. Over all: just a really super long week.
But then there was the super moon. Seriously, at some point Sunday night, when I had been struggling for hours to write a little 4 page paper about Shakespeare, the gears in my head rewired, and suddenly I was spewing Literature. I finished up the paper with ease, got some sleep, and even ate breakfast the next day. Yesterday(Monday), I made it to all four classes and managed to finish all my leftover homework in the two thirty minute breaks I had between classes. I took really great notes in Biology(this is significant, because it is a lecture based class and the lights are off, so usually my notes trasform into doodles). I even made a really great grade on a paper that I got back in my English class.
When I got back to my dorm and told my roommate all about my great day, she explained. SUPER MOON. No, really! There was apparently a change in the universe Sunday night and it was supposed to increase productivity. Now, just think about! A whole week of struggling and the the moon changes and suddenly I am a genius! Okay, maybe it was not the moon, but it sure did make sense to me. My only question is, how do I make the moon turn me into a genius every night?
