Sign of My Time

When I think of an Aries, I think of someone whose personality glows with fierceness. Ambition pumping through the veins of an independent, confident person. Someone outgoing and socially adept. Welp, at first glance the shoe is not an exact fit. There are some variables here like LIFE. For example, as a young and new adult, I didn’t have little people depending on me, therefore; the ability to be spontaneous and social was available, and I took that chance frequently. I tend to be more of an introvert now, refraining from socially awkward situations preferring silence when I can get it. Other things fit perfect, like the inner need to be number one. Almost as if Aries are compelled to compete. As I examine the traits of Aries, I reflect on myself and consider if I am indeed a true Aries.

Delving into the need for numero uno and looking at myself, I know that this fits exactly. Really though, who doesn’t like to be number one? So, I have never quite seen this trait as a conclusively Aries’ trait. Starting at the beginning of my day, I know myself and I know I am a cheerful morning person preferring the morning sun. I compete with myself most days per week to see if I can wake up early enough to catch the sunrise in my living room. I am competitive, in a subtle more silent way. I’d much rather folks don’t know. I secretly compete with almost everything. I even compete with my damn self. Things like “how fast can you run a mile” then I try and beat my time daily. I have always done things like this. Secretly competing with my classmates for the best grade. See, I do not like the look and feel of competition. I did, however; want the better grade and I was going to get it. What the other kids didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. You could drive yourself crazy competing with everything and believe me, I have. Unlike most of the people close to me, I didn’t consider myself book smart. It seemed my drive overpowered my intelligence in most situations. Therapy helped me set realistic expectations…. seriously. I laugh now about it now. I don’t necessarily need to be first, instead striving for just better than before. Secretly competing with others and myself gives me the fuel I need to motivate myself.

Aries like to get things done. They are productive people and natural born leaders. I fill my day with a to do list of prioritized tasks and see how much I can get done. I do this daily. I always have, and while this act incites anxiety in others, it actually calms me down. It helps me organize my day. At the end of the day, I can always reflect and see what I was able to accomplish and identify where I need to work. This desire to be productive far outweighs the natural leadership trait. I cherish productivity. If I need to step into a leader role to get things done, I will. As a more experienced Aries, I don’t see the need to fire on all pistons all the time anymore.

Steel is made stronger, and gold is purified after having gone through the fire. Fire burns. But it also clears the way for new growth, right? My mantra when it comes to everything in life is You Grow, or You Go. Developing this attitude when it comes to relationships in my life has been essential to maintaining my sanity. I know I can be a lot. Growing with others is grueling hard work. I have come to accept that those who stay with me are like steel and gold, and I am grateful for their presence.

Over time, I have had signs that the Universe prepared me for certain things. During my young adult life, I was in a relationship with a libra whose mother was named Kim and married to a man named Michael. Fast forward to now. I am married to a libra - his name is Michael (His birthday is the exact same down to the year of the ex-libra). Not only that, but his mom is also named Kim. I’m a cup half full person so I felt the Universe was sending a deliberate sign. Needless to say, it felt so right with my Michael and it has for the past 10 years. Aries and Libra are neither here nor there when it comes to being a couple based on compatibility. Fire and air need one another; but it has to be the correct amount, too little or too much air can extinguish a fire. We seemed to have figured out a fragile balance. Our stars aligned for the better.

Are all Aries alike? I think not, however; we are more similar than we are different. Whether it’s foolish of me to believe some type of cosmic reasoning for people to be born under the same signs; I choose to. However, it makes the Aries trait of blindly rushing in whole-heartedly one of my many similar characteristics.

I was born early and could have easily been a Taurus. I think I had to be first and pushed through on my own. A gift at times. I can’t help it. It’s my blind fate. But my sign fits. And if the shoes fits...wear it- And I wear it well.