Rule No. 20 - Nothing important was ever accomplished without chutzpah. Don't ever aim your doubt at yourself.

"...Laugh at yourself, but don't doubt yourself."

Chutzpah, as explained by Hidden Treasure, is basically "courage with balls". Best definition ever! Lots can be accomplished with courage, but with chutzpah, shew, so much more. If you truly believe in something, discard the doubt and go for it. As soon as you start doubting, that's when things go wrong.

So there was a lunar eclipse the other night and Crazy Beautiful and myself read our horoscopes and low and behold, we were going to meet "the one" on this very night. Yes, this lunar eclipse was going to drag them out and point them in our direction. Needless to say, there were no "one's" that night or the next day. But the eclipse did manage to cause mayhem with ALL our emotions. Maybe it made us reassess what we wanted and where we were, but it messed with our minds!

My friends and I laughed historically at the idea that on this night we were to stop looking and all would come together and we'd live happily ever after, just cause our horoscope said so. We can laugh about it now. In fact, we have laughed very hard at the concept, at ourselves and each other. But, we know for sure, and don't doubt for a moment, that "when the time is right" (sigh) we'll be ready.

Bring on the chutzpah. ;)

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