You want to be known for exactly who you are, and it prickles you the moment someone reads you all the way through. The Sun squares Uranus, the steady identity catching against the itch to reinvent yourself. Settle into your spot and boredom comes. Break the mold and you lose the recognition that was holding up what you built. It cost you trajectories full of breaks, where the people close by could not grasp why you walked from what looked like yours. Out of it came the ability to be recognized and still change with no apology. Your signature evolves and keeps its central stroke. An identity coherent and mutable at once is a scarce thing, and you ground it out yourself.
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