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Cancerians...

       So, I know that most people, including myself don't pay attention to the zodiac, or what their sign says or means. But, I am sure that all of those most people have read their horoscope at least once in their life. Me, not so much, but I have always been fascinated with what my sign says about my birth month.
        I am a Cancer. Born--July 10, 1985. I am a water sign and controlled by the moon. What does that mean exactly? Who the hell knows. But, I find it fascinating. I have read that Cancerians are emotional creatures that give comfort to others through their words and actions. Blah blah blah...I am still convinced that I am not emotional or am apt to give comfort. But, I have been told otherwise.
       But this isn't about those things. This is about something I read on my Tumblr the other day: Cancer--will try to work things out, when they are done, they are DONE. They won't go back. Now, this is me. I have found myself countless times cutting people out of my life for one reason or another. When I look back on the reasoning for most of the people that are no longer a part of my life, I can see a reason. No one has been cut out for the sake of shortening my friend's list. I don't see the point or reason for that. 
       Is this a good thing? I heard a quote once, and I will probably butcher it, but it was something along the lines of if someone ceases to serve you in anyway then they don't deserve to be in your life. Now, you can take that as a negative thing or a positive thing. I will only take it positively. And I also do not believe that it is self-serving or selfish. It is a healthy thing to do. Are there people that aren't in my life that I miss? Yes. Is it worth missing them for the healthy spot I find myself in? A million times yes. 
      That is also something that I read about Cancer people...we have a tendency (because apparently emotional people) to allow others to walk all over us. I have done this. I have done this and regretted it. And I refuse to do it any longer. I am not a child, but an adult who has say of who is in her life and who contributes to said life. If I didn't take that control I would forever be the rug that people run their muddy lives over and I can't nor will I do that.
       How harsh you say? Ha! I disagree wholeheartedly. As I have gotten older, I am more willing to take responsibility for the things that I have done wrong, but I refuse to be anyone's play thing, or saving grace. I refuse to allow someone to shove their wrongdoings on to me for the benefit of their comfort. Perhaps that is where I deviate from the zodiac. Perhaps.
       Why do I bring this up now? Because I was recently reminded of someone that I had ceased to interact with and it brought up a lot of things from the past. A lot of things that I wish to forget. A lot of things that I think need to be thrown away. But I was also reminded of a friend who got rid of me, and then there is the ex, but whatevs to him. I think that in our lives it is so important to maintain those friendships that bring us joy and happiness and growth and void ourselves of those that cause us to be stagnant and diseased. 
        I have had to take control of myself, my life and my own stability. It is the only reason that I am still functioning. And I will continue to do so...if it is because the zodiac says so (which I doubt) or for the fact that I know it is the only right thing to do.

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