There’s been a lot of hubbub around the latest news of the zodiac signs changing from a study done by the Minnesota Planetarium Society. Apparently the modern zodiac is wrong because the moon’s gravity has caused Earth’s axis to alter, which changes the position of the stars in the sky. Now all hell has broken loose: A former Virgo could now be a Leo, and now a would-be Capricorn could be a Ophiuchus — which I’m not even going to get into.
But that’s not really the issue at hand. I have a bigger problem that I share with many others who embraced their 18-year-old legal freedom too soon: I have an Aries tattoo.
At the time I thought I was getting something that stood for who I am, or should I say how I envisioned myself. As an Aries, my symbol is the ram. I am a warrior ruled by Mars with my element being fire. I am impatient, assertive, honest and willing to accept any challenge.
Now I find I could possibly be a Pisces: a fish that’s ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, with my element being water. I’m supposed to be peaceful, religious, co-dependant, a follower and tend to escape into a fantasy world.
You can’t get much different than that.
Now I could choose to adopt the Western astrologers defense to why the signs haven’t changed (which is that Western dates are based off of the solstices and equinoxes, so the zodiac dates don’t change), or I could do some soul searching to figure out what this all means to me.
I’ll admit, it would be easy to shrug off this debate, but I’m curious to find out if knowing the characteristics of my sign at a young age made me want to aspire to the description. Hence the reason for my tattoo on my left shoulder blade.
So stay tuned for my next entry. Will it be “I am Sara, Aries,” or “Stupid Pisces with Aries Tattoo”? Find out next time on Hansen Hodgepodge!
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