Picture the axis as a long beam balanced on a single point, and Jupiter planted at the far end, on the North Node you came to reach. From there it stares down the South Node, where your usual abundance keeps the home fires lit, and the beam will not settle. Your optimism spills toward the unfamiliar, the old habit gathers it back in, the habit shrinks you, the fresh promise pries you open again. Some days the new confidence flings you a long way out. Other days the familiar ground hauls you home before dark. The tilting itself is the lesson, so slip the lines of the known harbor, but do not curse the dock that taught you to float.