“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.” – Maya Angelou
My Interpretation: My chart gave me fire. Life gave me perspective. The flame is still there, just wiser, quieter, & no longer interested in burning myself alive to prove I can shine.
The Walking Oxymoron Era – Part 5
Astrology says I should be loud.
Bold.
Certain.
The kind of person who enters a room & instantly changes the temperature.
But when I look at the chart I was born with,
it feels less like a personality blueprint
& more like a cosmic joke.
Fire. Earth. Fire.
Drive. Analysis. Spotlight.
It is the celestial version of “good luck, sweetheart.”
I should have been a wildfire.
But trauma poured water over my matchsticks before I ever struck them.
Aries Sun – The Fire That Learned Restraint
Aries energy is supposed to be
impulsive,
fearless, ready to leap before looking.
Mine learned to look before breathing.
Survival tamed my impulses long before self-awareness did.
I became the version of Aries who plans the escape route before lighting the spark.
The fire is still there, but it burns behind my ribs instead of in front of me.
Sometimes I miss the recklessness.
But calm is a luxury I had to earn, not inherit.
Virgo Moon – The Overthinker with a Heart
My Virgo Moon is the reason I analyze everything down to the cellular level.
It is why every emotion gets an internal essay.
It is why I need to understand everything I feel before I can feel it.
Virgo placements are not perfectionists because they enjoy control.
They are perfectionists because chaos once hurt them.
This part of me alphabetizes my trauma,
color-codes my healing,
& still lies awake at night wondering if I misread the tone of a text message…
from four days ago.
Virgo moon energy wants everything neat.
Life keeps handing me mess.
So I organize emotions instead.
Turn pain into paragraphs.
Turn chaos into clarity.
Turn hurt into language I can finally understand.
Writing is not my hobby.
It is my emotional filing system.
Leo Rising – The Confidence People Project onto Me
People see my Leo Rising first.
The posture.
The style.
The eyes that look like they have something to say even when my voice refuses to show up.
Leo rising energy makes people think I love the spotlight.
But that could not be further from the truth.
I do not crave attention.
I crave autonomy.
I dress boldly so I do not have to speak boldly.
I look confident so I can hide the fact that I am constantly scanning the room for safety.
People see a lion.
They do not see the girl who built a whole personality out of surviving herself.
Every compliment on my confidence is really a compliment on my armor.
The INFJ Interruption
Being an INFJ inside this fire-and-earth chart feels like running tech support for my own soul.
Aries says go.
Virgo says perfect it first.
Leo says be seen.
INFJ says be safe.
No wonder I am tired.
Being an INFJ is like being born with a floodlight aimed inward.
I see everything.
Feel everything.
Analyze everything.
Understand everything.
Except myself.
Do I want to be an INFJ?
Absolutely not.
I would love to be the kind of person who does not send paragraphs, overthink pauses, or mistake intuition for anxiety.
But this is the personality that survived the life I lived.
The Realignment – What Trauma Took & What It Gave Back
People assume trauma only takes.
It does not.
Sometimes it gives you precision.
Sometimes it gives you depth.
Sometimes it teaches you how to choose softness intentionally instead of out of habit.
My chart says I should be bold.
Life taught me to be careful.
My fire became focus.
My roar became reflection.
My ambition became caution.
My drive became discernment.
What should have been a powerhouse became a quiet storm.
I am not weak.
I am refined.
The Reflection
I used to think my muted fire was a failure of character.
Now I see it as evolution.
Uncontrolled flames burn everything.
Controlled flames light the way forward.
Maybe I was never meant to be the loud version of my chart.
Maybe I was meant to be the intentional version.
Quiet confidence.
Soft strength.
Fire that warms instead of wounds.
I am not the Leo they expected.
I am the Leo I needed.
Xoxo ♡
Whisper to the ghosts. Yell into the void. Just don’t be an asshole.