The universe as wobbled. Astrological signs have shifted. It was dinner time banter last night. Alex said, “But I love being an Aquarius.” And Steve is clearly a Libra. Well, maybe not so clearly (a little Libra humor there). But we all know that I am absolutely, positively a Virgo. No doubt in anyone’s mind. For the record, Kate is Pisces. We are all comfortable with our signs, claiming only the positive traits (well, except for me, who views being controlling as a positive thing, just a little reframing there.)
But according to those who know this kind of thing, the moon’s gravitational pull has slowly moved the Earth in its axis, creating about a one-month bump in the stars’ alignment. I was fine when I imagined this in theory (Oh, Alex it’s no big deal to go from being an Aquarius to being a Capricorn, says the mom in a slight mocking tone). But then I saw the list of new dates.
My world has not just wobbled, it has rocked. And not in a good way.
Capricorn: Jan. 20-Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16-March 11
Pisces: March 11-April 18
Aries: April 18-May 13
Taurus: May 13-June 21
Gemini: June 21-July 20
Cancer: July 20-Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10-Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16-Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30-Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23-29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29-Dec. 17. (Yes, Ophiuchus…new!)
Sagittarius: Dec. 17-Jan. 20.
So Alex is now a Capricorn, and Kate is an Aquarius. Not a great match, but not horrifying. But August 31 now places me smack dab center in the land of Leo. Hello? I don’t think so! And Steve, the mellow one in the family, the man who only sees the world without judgment (we call him Mr. Shades of Gray), has swapped his Scorpio status to Virgo. Nope….just. not. right.
I am digging in my heels on this one, and rejecting the moon’s new position. I was born a Virgo, I oriented my world around my Virgoness, and I am staying that way. And you have my permission to keep your old sign, too. Tell them Kim said so.