Being a Libra is as much a part of my identity as being born in October. It doesn’t mean anything, just part of the facts of my existence, like I have blue eyes and brown hair.
So I’m amused to learn that I might actually be a Virgo.
Rob, whose birthday is in January, thought he was born in the year of the boar, going by the years on Chinese restaurant placemats. But because his birthday is in January, he actually was born before the Lunar New Year and was surprised a few years ago when I told him he is actually a dog.