I am an Aries through and through. This is a fact I used to tell people with pride. Proud as a peacock I would boast about my big personality, life-to-the-fullest attitude, and die-hard lucky streak in a true Aries-like fashion.
Then one day recently due to a fateful shift in the stars, it seems the Horoscope signs moved up a month. Instead of being a headstrong people person, a ram bursting and battering with pride, I was really a Pisces; the deep creative fish swimming in two directions.
I found much amusement in my own quick sense of lost identity, and the upset of others around me. The media relished in the wide-spread shock, with headlines reading: "My Life Has Been a Lie" and "You're Not Who you Thought you Were!"
Suddenly I began to laugh; it struck me as funny, and incredibly human of me to get caught up in such impermanence. I found a hidden Wee World Wonder in the freeing fact that nothing lasts forever, not even me.