Tomorrow begins the year of the sheep. Or goat. Or ram. I suppose it depends on how macho or independent you view yourself. Or if you are born in that hazy area in January and February, you can switch Chinese zodiac signs if you feel inclined (my sister calls herself a rat, although technically she's a pig because she was born two weeks early).
I don't put any stock in astrology except for amusement in coincidences, especially when you look at the compatibility chart. Both of my parents are rats--which meant they were optimally compatible with the monkey (me!), my grandmother is a dragon (another compatible sign), and if my sister had been born when she was supposed to, it would have been an astrologer's dream of a harmonious family. Sometimes I wonder if my parents actually planned it that way. Lucky signs usually see a glut of newborns whereas some signs are definitely not auspicious to be born under and superstitious Asian parents actually attempt to plan pregnancies away from those particular years. (As for Western astrology, I'd rather trade my sign with someone else. I am totally not a sex goddess.)
The year of the sheep is rather interesting because this is the sign of half of my "peers", the people who I grew up with through grade school. Tomorrow, apparently, will mark a lucky year for them.
