Climbing That Hill: The Mundanity of the Expected Mid-Life Crisis Transits

 So I'm into my Mid-life crisis transits, which is a thing all people go through around the same time in their mid-forties. This is a function of the outer, slow moving planets all making hard aspects to themselves at around the same time. Neptune squaring itself tends to happen before the two more prominent ones, which creates an atmosphere of assessing our dreams which never came to fruition, letting go of that which is no longer an option for the youthful dreamer, and often a deep sense of melancholy about life slipping by.

  Pluto squaring itself can happen before, or after the mid-life crisis for different generations due to Pluto's highly erratic orbit. For my generation, we got the Pluto square at around the same time we got our Neptune square. Confronting our fears and the power systems we must wrestle with, giving up on the battles which we will never win, to focus on that which we can do. This corresponded to the beginning of the Covid lockdowns for us early 80's kids. Personally; i think the Pluto square happening after the two major Mid-life crisis transits, as it does for most generations, is more helpful, as the Saturnian struggle to get over childish urges is done, and one is now ready to wrestle with the Reaper head on.

  Now to the two major transits, Uranus and Saturn oppositions. Uranus, often happening just before Saturn, and carrying on concurrently for its final two hits, is the impulse to shake things up and break the stagnation of one’s half-way done life. This is the "buy a red corvette and leave your wife for a 20 year-old" energy. This is the time to quit your job and start selling Pokemon cards like you always wanted to. This is the destabilizing energy which can derail a life mid-way as youth fades and the fears of Pluto creep in.

  Following hot on the heels of this major life shakeup is the second Saturn opposition. Saturn rules the boundaries and structure of our lives. Saturn rewards that which is dilligent, and built upon a firm rock. If one gives into the Uranian impulses, but has not satisfied Saturn, calamity will ensue. For those with more constructive ways to shake up their life, who do so in a responsible manner, the mid-life crisis can be exited with a marked gain for the latter days of one's life.

    Now for my personal experience thus far. I'm only in the early phases of it. I've had my first hit of Uranus opposition, which was juiced by Uranus performing a series of conjunctions to my Mars and Midheaven, (and throw Chiron on that fire why don't you!). For me, this corresponded with learning about astro-magic, and a renewed vigour to quit my job and work with astrology full time. Not the most destructive impulses, but still could completely ruin my life if Saturn is not on board!

   And what does Saturn have to say about all this? Well... now that he's in Aries, he's closing in to kiss that opposition for me at 3 degrees, but will turn back first in retrograde before perfecting for a single hit in March of next year, but I'm feeling the scythe of the reaper! How so you say? Well... I think I've always been number one in the eyes of my nieces. The fun uncle, the one who makes up stories and teaches them how to wrestle on the trampoline. You get it. So they were in town last week for my grandmother's 101st birthday. For the first time, my son, who is now an adult, has shed the too cool for school teen 'tude, and taken an interest in his cousins, and became the fun uncle,(he is much older than them). He took on key responsibilities with them, and with much more energy and vigour than I could muster myself, became the highlight of their trip. This was not a sad moment for me, it was a beautiful and incredible observance of the decaying processes of Saturn.  He is not to be feared and despised, but honoured as he decays that which has been spent to provide nutrients for new, fresher soil.  I loved watching him run around with them and steal the spotlight.

Actual picture of my watching my son and the girls.

    But then my grandmother got hospitalized. She's doing very well, and I'm sure she will recover and live to 102.

   Winding up hospitalized was not a shock, just the sort of Saturnian process we must expect and accept. But last night, while I was at work, and my son was there with her, I called him to see how she was doing, and asked to get on the phone with her. He asked her if she wanted to speak to me and she said no! The nieces choosing my son over me is one thing, but my own grandmother! This is a step too far Saturn! Where's Uranus! I'm buying a damn Delorean!

Never mind. I'll just start a Patreon instead.