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I can’t be the only one out there that heard there is a thirteenth star sign and freaked out a little. Because I did. I know my sister and cousin did. It’s a strange thing to admit to, I know, but I did. I’m proud of my Aries’ness.

I wear the short-temper and ambition like a badge. I nod knowingly when talk turns to loyalty and personality by the bucket load. I motivate myself with thoughts of personality traits I found mirrored in my star sign. I feel like I know myself better because of it. I love being an Aries and I feel like I AM an Aries.

But apparently, I’m a Pisces. WTF.

Hmmm.

My sign has always been in the 5 day cusp of the changeover. I’ve always felt a little bit like a Pisces (hello writing and love of music). But I don’t feel ALL Pisces. My brother is a Pisces, or was I guess, and we are pretty different people. Ask him, he’ll tell you. He’s cool, calm and collected and I’m a nut case.

Does it even matter? No, not really. But isn’t it weird how something like this comes up and all of a sudden you’re like, sheesh. I got used to being one thing and now I’m supposed to be something else. Maybe I invested too much into this Aries thing. Probably.

And maybe I just feel personally victimised by the change and want everything back to the way it was! Is that too much to ask? I don’t think so. 12 star-signs and can we have Pluto back too, while we’re at it? That would be lovely. Stop messing with this stuff and get back to finding me an alien, please!

Chief Blogger at Suger Coat It; An Australian lifestyle blog for women who work for themselves. Melissa is a social media consultant & lover of stripes. Most weekends you’ll find her at the beach or home on the veranda kicking back. Around here, they call her Suger. Feel free to do the same.