Question: Will my thirties be better than my twenties?
Answer: No.
In fact, your thirties will suck for all of us. They start off with the current Saturn-Uranus opposition, which pits old institutions against the young upstarts of the day. While this might sound fun, exciting, and forward-moving, it can cause a lot of finger-pointing and chest-beating—among world leaders and hoi polloi alike—that can be more polarizing than anything. So we need to choose carefully: the devil we know, or revolution?
In the longer-term, angel of death transformation Pluto has just entered Capricorn and will remain there until you, dear reader, are well into your forties. Capricorn represents all the tangible systems and structures we use to support and advance our personal and collective goals: systems like governments, stock markets, financial institutions, the state lottery. Pluto turns all those things inside out, exposes their secrets and scandals, and flushes the unsavory bits (and sometimes more) down the can without regard for the potential downsides for you and me. Brace yourself for further destruction change.
It’s a good idea, therefore, to spend your thirties shoring up, if you haven’t already. Make sure your money is safe, put a Plan B into place and stock up on extra canned beans. You can’t have too many canned garbanzos on hand for the next ten years. And a camp stove, obviously.
On the other hand, airy-fairy Neptune will spend your thirties sauntering through the last two signs of the zodiac—Aquarius and Pisces—rousing a cosmic love fest in all but the most bitter. So it might just become common over the next decade to see people holding hands and singing and swaying in the streets, even as large chunks of the sky fall down all around them. It’s easy to ignore the plummeting balance of your retirement fund if you’re high, no?
Oh—but you, personally? Well … the whole Neptune free love part of the next decade might not be for you. Sure, you might join in every once in a while. But I imagine you spent a lot of your teens and/or twenties wandering around in confusion, tripping over your long flowing peasant skirts, and now that you’ve emerged from it, you’re not too keen to visit that head space again. You have too much clarity now to go back there.
