🪐 Astrology as a Vocation (or Something Like It)
Some say your profession is a choice. Sure, maybe it is. But more often, it’s a chain of unconscious turns at high speed — where your car ends up as either a racecar or a clunky old ZAZ that stalls every ten meters.
My path into astrology didn’t feel like a decision. It felt like falling into a river and realizing you know how to swim.
I’m not the best person out there. Sometimes I catch myself dreaming, “what if things had turned out differently?” They didn’t. And won’t.
I have a degree in psychology. I did a stint as a counselor. But I know now — therapy isn’t for me. Not because I’m “broken,” but because my own cracks would tear apart on other people’s problems. I’d lose my mind to save someone else’s.
Astrology gives me the rhythm I need. Daily posts? They’re my ritual. My way of exorcising doubts, of making sense of what I see. My own odd blend of penance and responsibility.
Consultations? They’re little sprints. A flash of momentum that lets me keep going — scraping together rent money without begging my friends for help. So, huge thanks to the people who gave me a foundation:
Anastasiya (all three of them — even the one I no longer talk to), Tetyana, Dmytro, Nataliya K., Nataliya Yatsenko, Karina Kary for her wicked humor, Yeva for her surgical ego-realism, Kateryna H. for that moment of self-seeing.
And to my current students — four so far — you are my mission. I want you flying out of this with wings sharp enough to cut through cloud cover. I demand a lot, but I give more.
In the last few years, one Yoruba proverb keeps me grounded:
“The sky is wide enough for all birds to fly without colliding.”
Yes, there are tons of other astrologers out there — some better, some worse. But I’ve finally realized: we all attract the querents (clients) who are meant for us. There’s an invisible thread in play. Maybe even a North Node moment, who knows.
Once, a young woman came to me. She later went on to study forestry. At first I thought, “Forestry? Seriously?” But then I remembered — I told her she’d do best with nature-centered careers. And wow, it landed. That little moment of cosmic alignment? Worth all of it.
So yeah, while I prep my next post — feel free to ask me
And if you’d like to support this strange, blossoming life of mine, you can toss a coin to my PP (DM 4 details).
If I manage to turn my room into a botanical sanctuary, I’ll absolutely post some plant selfies for you.
🌿 Always yours,
Petro transitfever
