Libra
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there 's a pair of us—don't tell! They 'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
The risk that looks manageable at breakfast often reveals its true size by dinner, not because the stakes have changed but because you have spent the day asking other people what they would do. Each conversation adds another voice to the room where you are trying to think clearly. What felt like gathering information starts to feel like building a case for the choice you were already leaning toward, or against the one that makes you nervous. By evening, the risk itself has not grown, but the number of people you would disappoint with any decision has multiplied.