When I first moved to California, I applied for a web design job and almost didn’t get it because I’m a Virgo. That’s right, one of the interviewers believed strongly in astrology and felt that a Virgo couldn’t handle such a creative position. Luckily, the CEO felt differently and I got the job.
I don’t believe in astrology, yet I know I’m a Virgo and a Metal Dog. Why? Because it’s fun. Because sometimes letting someone else tell you what you are helps you see yourself in a new way. Because it’s a tool of self-reflection, and in my book, self-reflection is a good thing.
In high school, I was really into tarot cards for the same reason. Not because I believed they would give me answers from beyond, but because using them sometimes helped me figure out what I truly wanted in a situation. They’re a psychological tool, one that let’s you forget science and logic and look for answers via a different paradigm. (Hey, when it comes to things like relationships and career choices, logic isn’t always the best tool. It sometimes works at cross purposes with the heart.)
I’m fascinated by how this re-categorization is making people feel. I’m seeing reactions of happiness, of anger, of disbelief, of total denial.
What was it about your old sign that you don’t want to give up? Does the sign form that much of your basis of identity? Is there something in the new sign that appeals to you? Are you disappointed that your own sign didn’t change at all? Was there a limitation imposed on you by your last sign, that you’re now free of — and how does that make you feel?
Has astrology penetrated deeper into our sense of self and identity than we’d each like to admit?
As for me, I’m a Leo now — a natural-born leader and an extrovert. Watch out, world! ;-D