Honestly I had zero clue what this South Node in Aries thing was until last Tuesday. Saw some random astrology meme on my feed yelling about “FIND YOUR LIFE PURPOSE,” and I was like, whatever, I’ll bite. Didn’t even know where to find this junk in my own chart, man. My first move? Pure chaos.

Grabbed my exact birth time off my mom’s old baby book – gotta thank her poor handwriting for the stress headache deciphering it. Headed straight to one of those free chart generator sites online. Took me like twenty minutes just to type in the stupid info right. Finally hit “calculate” and stared at this chart full of lines and squiggles, totally lost. “South Node? Where are you?” Scrolled around like a fool until I spotted it – right in Aries, apparently, nestled among all that cosmic spaghetti.

Okay, got the symbol. Now what? Googled like a madwoman: “what does south node in aries mean for me?”. Felt like falling down a rabbit hole filled with weirdo astrology bloggers. Stuff about past lives, aggression, unfinished business. Heavy stuff. Kept reading about “letting go of old fight instincts” and “stop being so dang impulsive.” And honestly? It ticked me off a little. Like, “I’m not that confrontational!” …maybe I argued with the microwave yesterday cause it didn’t heat my burrito fast enough. Fine. Point taken.

Decided I needed a real-world experiment. My mission? Stop jumping into arguments for ONE whole week. Literally bit my tongue at the coffee shop when the barista screwed up my order. Held back from snapping at my partner over the laundry mountain. Every single time I felt that hot flash of “I NEED TO FIX THIS NOW!!”, I breathed like I was blowing out birthday candles. Drank too much water instead.

Man, it was HARD. Felt like holding back a sneeze for seven days straight. But weirdly? By day three, less tension in my neck. By day five, actually noticed my partner quietly folded some of those laundry mountains without me barking about it. Small win.

Then came the messy part. All this Aries fire supposedly relates to life purpose? Found myself staring at my journal feeling like a fraud. My old goals were all Aries-style: “I WILL become CEO by 30!”, “I WILL crush that Ironman!” Aggressive targets set years ago that felt… off now. Burned that old list. Sat in silence instead. What keeps showing up, calm and steady, even without the fire? Saw patterns: always helping friends plan stuff, organizing chaos at work like it’s nothing. Realized, my damn purpose might actually be BUILDING stuff quietly behind the scenes, not being the gladiator in the arena. Cried at 3 am because damn, that was simpler than I thought.

So yeah. Now? Still unlearning the knee-jerk yell. Focus shifting from “attack mode” to building things calmly. That South Node noise? It pushed me to stop fighting the wrong battles. My life purpose? Less flash, more solid foundation. Weirdly comforting once you stop kicking against it.