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It's a sign!!!
September 13, 2008 Horoscope
This is a time of personal beginnings, when you find yourself shot into the limelight and all eyes turn toward you to see what you're going to do next. This may be somewhat startling, as it's rather different than what last month brought, and you will need to step up and display your self-confidence in a way that wasn't called on before. In a volatile situation you will need to have your wits about you as you will have a particularly high profile. The trick is to handle it with grace and not let it go to your head, as this too shall pass and you'll want to look back on a performance that maximized the opportunities dropped into your lap.


I have moved from one coast to the other to literally start over.  Financially and emotionally.  I have no home, no job, no Swiss bank account, and no great love in my life.  Unless you want to count my dog Max who, God bless his little soul, died at the ripe old age of 18.  What I do have is several grand in frequent flier miles, a gorgeous Gucci purse, and one clear goal—to fall in love and get married while my eggs are still young enough to mate with the right sperm.  

I know the outlook is dismal.  I have huge hurdles to cross, men almost always date younger.   If I were a virile single man who desired children, it would be hard to look at me, a woman over 40 as potential for my mate.  As an eligible bachelor, I would look at me, a woman who has never been married and wonder, "Is there something wrong with her?"    

I realize I am no Demi Moore, but I can hope for an Ashton wanna-be.  

I have always been mistaken for younger than I am and I generally feel that way too.  But thanks to the real estate market among other things, the last two years have really taken a toll on my 'youthful exuberance.'

Hitting the Real Estate Bottom
In California, I put all my savings into a home—thinking it was a safe move.  I banked on the fact the value would grow enough to give me a down payment for a place closer to my heart in the east coast.

Unfortunately for me, and for too many others, I was wrong.  Ridding myself of the crooked real estate agent who got me into the deal in the first place, I was lucky enough to get a slew of interested buyers.  But every time I was in escrow, the buyers blew us off.  The real estate market in LA has been like the Barney's Warehouse sale.  If you haven't been, it's an airline hanger full of designer clothing marked down to affordable prices that even with the pilgrimage of label whores who save up for this sale every season—there is still so much inventory left you'd have to give it away.

The value of my home declined so rapidly during the times we were in escrow—nearly $200K in total.   The buyers blew us off each time.  I was told the buyers probably found a much better deal to jump on, so good it was worth losing the money from their deposit.  Since I couldn't fight that rapid decline and with the reality new buyers would do the same, I gave up the house and was foreclosed on.  As someone who has always had an excellent credit rating, this was a major emotional blow.  The result of all the work and hair-whitening, adult acne causing stress over the last two years amounted to worse than nothing. I had everything paradox to what I had been striving for—failure & loss.

Why didn't I stay and live in the house until the crisis blew over you ask? The truth is, I never loved Los Angeles and had stayed only because of work.  My plan was always to make enough money to move myself to my own place in the east coast.  There are some very personal reasons for leaving but I can tell you that after 2 years of fighting to stay afloat with only myself to lean on—I was emotionally and financially spent and I needed to go home.

You can imagine how much of a loser I felt to have to pack up and leave the world of Hollywood with a huge financial loss and no job waiting in the wings. The only thing waiting for me was my old room in my parents' house.  At 40, I was feeling far from fabulous.  

So what now?  Now, I need a game plan.


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