Capricorn: The Goat

(Dec 22 – Jan 19)

The measured master planner of the horoscope family, Capricorn energy teaches us the power of structure and long-term goals.

The Doctor was trying to read a book, relax aboard his TARDIS, not think about anything except what Capricornious presented to him in his latest best-seller. Well, 'latest' was a relative term on-board a time machine. When the future was only a stop away waiting for anything to be released seemed foolish.

He briefly thought about the companions he'd taken on his time. There was one from this incarnation, one that was around in the early twenty-first century, who insisted that they go and pick up a copy of the seventh Harry Potter book so she didn't have to wait for it to come out. The Doctor didn't know why, the TARDIS had been filled with copies of the entire series. It seemed almost traditional when he got a companion from that time period on board that the first stop was to pick up a copy and have them read through it.

But he'd kept the copies, all the same. Let them take up room in the TARDIS library, next to some forgotten works of art. He had to be honest, visiting a London book-store in two thousand and seven... it was nice. It was normal. It was just a simple 'get in, avoid the crowds trampling you to death, get out'.

Simple. His life was that once, relatively speaking. Yes, it always involved funny monsters chasing him up and down corridors and having to come up with some clever solution on the spot, but that was only on the Saturdays. On the Tuesdays of his life things were a bit more peaceful, a bit more quiet, and he got to see the universe in all its majesty.

His life was nothing but Saturdays now though. If he wasn't attempting to do some good in the universe he was planning it out, creating some master scheme that brilliantly solved the day if implemented properly. Yes, there was still the old running around trying to fix things, but now he put so much planning into it. So much thought. His entire existence consumed by that need to fix everything.

He glanced at his umbrella, briefly musing the last time he took it out of the TARDIS. He liked it, at first, a bit of a quirky symbol that let him stand out. Same with the vest. It was a bit gaudy and on the nose, sure, but he liked the foolishness of it. It let him muck around a bit, be a bit more of a clown, like he use to.

Now it just seemed wrong. He wasn't a clown any more, not really. He was someone that juggled entire fates of planets while believing that they were doing the right thing. But could even he truly know the impact of his actions? His younger self had been oh so cautious to protect the web of time, and now here he was, going right to the limit of what was acceptable to do what he thought was right.

But his younger self didn't have the wait of the universe on his shoulders. He was just the traveller, running from the Time Lords. Now he was the measured master planner, more than just any old Time Lord.

The Doctor attempted to get back into the book again, but it was no use. He couldn't concentrate on the book, not while there was a cruel warehouse out there exploiting its workers. It needed to be taken down, or at least changed to make things better. He had the ability to do it, and therefore didn't he also have the right? Already his mind was working out ways of bringing the capitalistic empire down, to force them to enact meaningful change.

He continued planning as he set the TARDIS to land on a particular moon of Kandoka, practising his opening speech, working out whose ear he should whisper in and what buttons he should push. But as he made his way towards the door, ready to topple the empire, he stopped and glanced at his umbrella.

You know what? As important as his mission was, sometimes it was the little things that mattered. It helped to have a bit of fun. Besides, you never know. There might be a railing he needed to hang off.