Horoscopes for the Week of February 12th: Valintimes

Sunday, February 11, 2018 - 4:39pm

It’s Valentimes! The time around Valentine’s Day. One of the best times of the year for the color combination of pink and red, hands down. As a Libra, I obviously love Valentimes, and I know that many people feel differently. Whether their critique is of the Hallmarkian manufacturing of a holiday in order to propel the heavy churn of capitalism onward, or just that it makes them feel lonely, I understand. This week, regardless of if you love or hate Valentimes, try and make it special just for you.


Go outside and bury yourself in snow. Not your whole self, but enough. Remember when snow seemed so tall when you were little? Or maybe you don’t. If you find yourself not remembering, it is okay to create a memory that you believe is true. Why is your mind less real than your life? You experience them both.

Your love song is “Cherry” by Chromatics.


Maybe it is time to look in a mirror. Look at the angles and light but not at your face. You know how sometimes if you repeat a word again and again and again and again and again and a g a i n it becomes abstract and confusing and joyful and rhythmic? So can you.

Your love song is “Our Love” by Sharon Van Etten.


Maybe you should think about social media detoxing. Then again, maybe you should lean in and follow Shaq on Instagram. Maybe you should give up Diet Coke or sugar or smoking or whatever your vice is. But probably not yet. There is a lot of time left to give up on. You are in between, so does it matter yet?

Your love song is “Take Me Home” by Perfume Genius.


How do you feel about dog-earing the pages of books? More importantly, how do you feel about people who care about dog-earing the pages of books? You do not have to have opinions about everything even if you care about them.

Your love song is “Cut to the Feeling” by Carly Rae Jepsen.


It is okay to feel tired and out of your element. It is better to decorate yourself in gold. Glossy things are harder to grip but they are better to grip. Write yourself a love letter. Seal it with wax if you have it. If you do not, you could try using molasses. Has anyone ever bought molasses? It usually just turns up in cabinets. Look hard for some.

Your love song is “Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles.


Create a Spotify playlist that has a meticulously curated flow of tracks lasting exactly 88 minutes in total. Each song should lead perfectly into another. Invest in doing this. You should have a vision and carve away to reach it, carefully. It should take hours. It should not be obvious. You will want to do other things. Your to-do list is accumulating. You need to eat dinner. Stay focused. Someone will someday put this work on shuffle but it still matters, I think.

Your love song is “No Matter Where We Go” by Whitney.


Do not stay in the same patterns. You are so good at that. You are so good at pretending rituals aren’t rituals and erasing their value. Reconceptualize ritualization. Now is not the time to create new ones. If everyday was Christmas no day would be Christmas. Stop treating everyday like Christmas because if Christmas is becoming Groundhog Day and you deserve better than that.

Your love song is “Francis Forever” by Mitski.


Maybe it is time to layer up. You can wear up to six sweaters at one time if you really really try and if the sweaters are of appropriately varying thickness. Get as warm as possible and do something you enjoy. There are no guilty pleasures, because you should not feel bad for making yourself happy. Within reason, that is. Sometimes love songs are to yourself.

Your love song is “Wide Open Spaces” by the Dixie Chicks.


Nothing has to be curated. You can choose to art direct yourself and your life. But no one is making a movie about it yet. Do you want someone to? If they do, what do you not want included? Especially if it is flattering. Some things you preserve for only your memory. Share one of these things, whether uncurated or deliberate (there is, of course, nothing less pure about a cultivated experience), with someone you trust or want to trust.

Your love song is “Hannah Hunt” by Vampire Weekend. 


Your presence is missed. Spritz a mist of your cologne or perfume in the air. Watch each step of the process. It will linger in natural light for longer than in dimness or fluorescence. Then it will fade away somehow into the air. This is not your presence, although mist and missed are the same in many ways.

Your love song is “3 Gymnopédies: Gymnopédie No. 1” by Erik Satie performed by Klara Kormendi.


You know big changes are coming and you know you are excited. Leap into them. Don’t look back. Reflection is not always necessary. Well, it may be necessary, but that doesn’t change the fact that it can be distracting. You can always reflect after the fact, rather than during the development of fact.

Your love song is “Either Way” by Wilco.


Sometimes paper cuts are really bad even if they heal really quickly. Sometimes road rage makes you feel better even if it is irrational. Sometimes you don’t remember to separate your trash and your recycling. Sometimes you take a mid-workout snack break. Be someone who forgives others as quickly as you forgive yourself.

Your love song is “Let’s Stay Together” by Al Green.