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Here’s the tea: This whole cosmic journey began because 12-year-old me wanted to know if I was "compatible" with a Scorpio boy on Yahoo.com (the early 2000s were a wild time). The stars basically said, "Actually, you're the main character." Turns out, they weren't just right about Scorpios; they were right about me. Astrology didn't just validate my crush-of-the-week; it validated my sensitivity, my daydreams, and my lifelong obsession with purple (which, according to my chart, isn't a phase, it's written in my 10th House). The stars were reflecting my soul, a mirror I didn't know existed.
Fast-forward to my Saturn Return. At 30, I was diagnosed with ADHD; a moment that shifted my relationship with astrology from "Who am I?" to "How was I designed to thrive?" Suddenly, my chart wasn't just a map of transits; it was a love letter to my neurodivergent soul, highlighting quirks I'd labeled "flaws," as cosmic fine print. (Turns out, "chaotically creative" isn't a critique, it's a birthright.) Astrology became my compass for unearthing the curious, lilac color-obsessed, gloriously imperfect self I'd tucked away to please a world allergic to authenticity.
Here's the Magic We're Making Together. My time in early childhood development taught me one thing: We all start as blank slates; wildly creative, endlessly curious, and utterly unapologetic about it. But somewhere along the way, life hands us an eraser and says, "Here, fix yourself." Your birth chart? It's not a checklist. It's a time machine back to that original orbit. The one where your sensitivity wasn't "melodrama” your daydreams weren't "distractions" and your love of purple was a divine mandate. Let's rewrite the rules, together.
Why "Divergent by Design™? Life loves to hand us manuals titled "How to Human™.” But your birth chart? It's the margin doodles that say, "Actually, let's set this on fire." You're not here to contort yourself into society's sad little boxes. You're here to bloom; wild, untamed like a wisteria left to thrive, exactly as the cosmos intended. My job? To point out the constellations that spell "You were never the problem" and hand you a megaphone for the parts of you that whisper, "What if I... dared to be me?"
Let's Rewild the Rules. Imagine a world where "productivity" means daydreaming under a lilac sky (your Jupiter placement insists on it). Where your so-called flaws are just superpowers waiting for a cape (yes, even your 6am Scorpio scowl before caffeine). Where you trust your gut as fiercely as your Google Calendar; because your Midheaven has notes.
That's the world we're growing here. No hustle sermons. No shrinking to fit. Just radical self-trust, tangled up in wisteria vines and laughter.
Let's Grow Your Cosmic Confidence. Whether you're here to decode your chart, navigate a Saturn Return, or finally figure out why group texts make you want to yeet your phone into a lake (Mercury in Scorpio, we see you), I've got you. Think of me as your guide: part childhood development nerd, part ADHD-friendly strategist, and fully committed to helping you bloom exactly as you are. (Also, Pluto is 100% a planet in my world. Fucking fight me, astronomers.)
Let's Decode Your Magic Your chart holds the language your soul has been whispering all along. I'm here to help you hear it clearly, without apologies or asterisks.
Wisteria Rising: Divergent by Design™ Astrology
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It's a lot, i know, but your natal chart is the most honest mirror you’ll ever hold. This is just the beginning of remembering who you were before the world told you to hide. When you’re ready, I’ll help you decode your cosmic design. Not to ‘fix’ you, but to prove what I already know: you are wildly, intentionally brilliant.