Yesterday, you retreated to the bat cave to tend to your wounds in total privacy. Today, you’re still not ready for the glare of the outside world, but your cocooning sesh is bringing more healing than heavy sighs. Continue to slash and burn through the habits holding you back from your growth. Imagine your spirit guides and fairy godmothers cheering you on as you commit these patterns of self-undoing to the funeral pyre. Giving yourself ample time to self-regulate after every thorny bramble you pick through will aid the catharsis.