An Astrological Identity Crisis

Let me start by saying that I have a love/hate relationship with astrology. I know it’s not based on science at all. There’s no way to prove that certain personality traits are automatically attached to having been born at a certain time of the year. And I refuse to believe that one’s fate can be determined by reading a horoscope. That would mean that there are only 12 possibilities for any person on any given day. Poppycock. I’m a science person. I believe in facts.

On the other hand, I enjoy being a Capricorn. And the traits ascribed thereto do seem to fit me perfectly. But is that because I read about them and adjusted to them, or have I convinced myself that these qualities fit me, while overlooking my many other qualities? Hard to say.

I also do enjoy talking to people about their signs and how they think said signs describe who they are. And it can be fun to read the horoscope, but I certainly wouldn’t change my plans because of it. And I do find it comforting to be able to categorize people. It’s kind of an emotional shorthand. But to rely too heavily on that would be to grossly underestimate people.

I think of astrology as a fun little game. A curiosity. An ice breaker at the best of times.

So I was rather surprised at my visceral reaction when I read this article and discovered that by some interpretations, I have been a Sagittarius all along. Wait. What?

It seems that the sun actually passes through a 13th constellation, called Ophiuchus. First of all, let me just say that that’s unpronounceable to an annoying degree. Second, it throws off the dates for all the other signs. Chaos!

Does this mean I have to adapt to a whole new set of personality traits? Or is it the signs that should do the adapting? Who am I now?

Just for fun, I decided to read up on Sagittarians. Apparently, they’re smart, caring, deep, and brutally honest. Okay, that does sound like me. But they’re also supposedly wild and outgoing. I’m most definitely not wild, and I am the poster child for introversion. On the negative side, they are impatient. Okay, yeah. That’s me. But they’re also careless, boastful, and attention seeking. I’d like to think I’m none of those things. (Well, maybe sometimes. But usually not.)

For the most part, being a Sagittarius does not resonate with me. But who knows? Maybe I’ve been looking at myself from the wrong part of the sky all along.

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Opening My Bridge for the Zodiac

Every once in a while, I have the distinct pleasure of opening my drawbridge for a true work of art. Such was the case the other day when the Schooner Zodiac passed through the Ship Canal here in Seattle.

According to her website, she is 127 feet tall, and 160 feet long. You can charter her, and believe me, I’d love to. This vessel can accommodate 49 people for day sails, and 26 people for overnight adventures. And there’s not a single square inch of her, not one, that isn’t absolutely gorgeous. Check out the website for breathtaking views of the interior, and for booking information.

This amazing vessel was built in 1924 as a private yacht for the heirs of the Johnson & Johnson pharmaceutical fortune. As I watched her pass through my bridge, I felt transported back in time. I’m proud to say that on that day, at least, I helped her ply these waters and bring her passengers safely home.

Safe journeys, Zodiac.

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