And yes, to the surprise of likely no one, I am a Capricorn (although, often when people meet me they guess wrong because I’m so “bubbly” — I hate being described as bubbly).
Now, let’s be clear, I’m a January Capricorn, because there’s a difference lol.We’re a little less rigid, a little more charismatic, but no less locked-in on our goals. We’re life’s metaphorical spoonful of sugar.
Although having a winter birthday, especially one a few day’s after New Year’s Eve when everyone’s all partied out and poor, isn’t very much fun, I’ve always appreciated that I begin a new age and new year of life at the same time. It feels… tidy. And I like tidy.
I’ll be spending the next two weeks reflecting on 2025 (Yeesh.) and being 40 (Eep.) with grand hopes and dreams for 2026 (it’s 1 a year!) and 41 (Also… a 1 year…?).
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