a virgo woman

“We love a Virgo woman!” said the host enthusiastically as he checked in our reservation for my birthday, reaching for menus. 

“Thank you!” I replied in a tone a both humorous and lighthearted. “Not everyone does, you know. We can be rather difficult,” I laughed. 

“The world needs you,” he answered now without laughing, quite serious. 

And now I’m not amused, but instead, touched- how nice, for a Virgo, to be liked for being such a thing. 

The truth is I don’t believe in horoscopes. At least I wouldn’t, if I wasn’t the virgo-iest Virgo to ever virgo. 

You can choose other names for it if you like: “eldest daughter”, “type 8”, “strategist”… the end result is all the same. A decisive, resourceful, determined, protective, perfectionistic kind of woman. I do believe to my core that the way you do good is by identifying a need and making it your problem to solve.

The type that is quite all right with going against the flow for what she perceives is right. A quick decision-maker who doesn’t particularly understand the concept of neutrality. The kind that prefers a great deal of autonomy, because there’s just so many varying things to do. A woman that deeply wants the best for those she impacts, advocates for, and loves— unafraid to be assertive, or even angry, in their defense. 

It’s the kind of woman that receives plenty of negative feedback for her confident statements, a lightning rod for the irritation of people who disagree with her. Unable to stop seeing truth, but taught by the world that speaking that truth out loud just won’t jive.

Generally unmoved by disagreement and unbothered by debate, quite accustomed to having no one in the world who entirely agrees with her views anyway. But also deeply affected by rejection for simply being herself. Told she’s ‘difficult’ as a person, when maybe it was just the view she expressed that you didn’t like. 

The kind that wants to get everything ‘right’ and (since this is impossible) becomes her own worst critic. Prone to perfectionism, seeking excellence always, but unable to achieve it by her own standards. Self-critical, and often criticized.

It’s an assortment of characteristics that can be very useful to have in a friend, but simultaneously easily misunderstood. And the older I get, the Virgo-ier I seem to become. After spending a great deal of my late twenties trying to break free of the “opinionated” label, trying to be as soft and palatable as possible at all times, I’ve given up. For better or worse, I’m a Virgo woman.

An earth sign— Loyal, reliable, honest. 

A woman— Sensual, determined, resourced. 

A human— Trying, failing, succeeding (repeat). 

How nice to liked for such a thing.

Gratitude Lately

Lately I’ve been grateful for downtown murals.
For mishpacha who send photos when I miss Shabbat service.
For tie dye parties on the back porch.
For fruity sherbets.
And for yellow flowers.

It’s summer 2023, I currently have Covid for the third time (day three, mostly just a little congested now). I’m almost 35. I’ve begun to ponder what it means to be successful — what I want and why. So many contradictory things are true at the same time. Life is wonderful and hard and expensive and free.

I’m grateful for the journey.

Kayaking on the Chestatee River, 2023

I was inspired to create a short video of our family adventure down the Chestatee River this year in the style of a Super 8 home video.

The black box on the left of your screen is intentional, the “sprocket hole” of the Super 8 film. In Super 8 cameras you use only a half frame of the film at a time, thereby doubling your captured images with the same roll. Depending on how the film is then scanned into a digital format, you can then capture the entire half side of that film (revealing the sprocket hole) or not.

Super 8 home movies tend to only linger on a shot for 5 seconds or less (due to the short duration of the film roll overall), are often a bit shaky due to the handheld nature of the filming, and frequently involve the subjects smiling directly into the camera (vs ignoring the camera).

This is not real Super 8 footage, but the editing and footage were inspired by that overall look. I wanted it to have the feel of a vintage home movie, a family memory on celluloid.

Listening Lately

Da, wo mer zosamme groß jeworde sin, da
Ziehen mer alle irgendwann wieder hin
Damit die Kinder, die mer krieje könn
Alle in Kölle jebore sin
Jebore sin
Jebore sin

Tommi, I think I’m homesick…

Where we all grew up together
Where we’ll move back to someday
So that all the children we will have
All in Coligne will be born
Be born
Be born

All roads lead to Rome, and sometimes back home.