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 version of yourself that you outgrew is still taking up space in how other people see you, and you have been letting it stay there because correcting the record feels like too much work. You know who you are now, but explaining the gap between then and now would require conversations you do not want to have. So you nod when someone brings up the old interest you have moved past, smile when they assume you still think the way you used to think. There is a strange loyalty in this, letting people keep their version of you even when it no longer fits. The cost is small until the day it is not.