Mourning the loss of my zodiac

To be fair, I didn't think I put a lot of stock into it. But at some point along the road of my life people started to pick out traits for me that were earthy, stubborn, reliable, resourceful-- and I started to think a lot more kindly on my sign.

To be fair, a bull wasn't exactly my "ideal" power animal. Probably because the only image I can muster of one is a bright red cartoon chasing daring, but most likely completely brain-dead, men.

Perhaps this is a sign to forget how I'm categorized by my man-made date of birth in a man-made organization of time, and move on to figuring out what the fuck I think I am.

Or I could try to talk myself into friendly comparisons with another lumbering animal with horns that resides in the 'fire' camp, and is more moody than stubborn.

*shrug* On to the semester of massive decisions and doing over experimenting.