Your body is up out of the chair half a second before your mind has named what it wants, and that half second says more about you than any resume. Mars and the Sun sit at the same degree in your chart, so your acting and your being are one act: to do is already to be you. You do not find yourself in long stillness. You find yourself in the verb. People clock you as high-energy and stop reading there, missing the real thing, which is that your self gets made in the doing and not a moment sooner. What you grow into is choosing which streets are worth the sprint. Force burned on what does not matter still tells the world who you are. Just in the negative.