HOROSCOPE

Today’s birthday: Conservative financial choices prove that you’re responsible. This year you’ll prove that you’re creative and daring with the confidence to act on your big ideas. You’ll form an alliance in August. September brings a meaningful relationship. You’ll show your influence in November. Pisces and Aries people adore you. Your lucky numbers are 15, 1, 11, 10 and 18. Aries (March 21-April 19). You’ll get some flack from loved ones, but you’ll shrug it off. Taurus (April 20-May 20). When a simple plan goes without a hitch today, it’s a cause for celebration. Gemini (May 21-June 21). You can’t argue with happiness — or you could, but happiness would win, so why bother? Cancer (June 22-July 22). Jean-Paul Sartre wrote, “Hell is other people.” You would add the word “certain” after “is” because of one particularly maddening individual. Leo (July 23-Aug. 22). You’ll seize the opportunity to be yourself, no frills, and have a blast with it. Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Because they are so self-involved, children sometimes have trouble matching the tone of their physical and social environment. The one who is not a child and yet still has trouble with this is similarly self-involved. Be forewarned. Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 23). You’ll land in the right place at the right time. Scorpio (Oct. 24-Nov. 21). The best teachers are people who have overcome obstacles. Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21). You’ll be perusing a scene with a choice about with whom to connect. The most powerful person in the room isn’t who you think it is. Seek out the person who is the most respectful, warm, open and direct. Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19). People just don’t listen well. Your intent ears, rapt attention and open heart are a rarity. Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18). You want more out of love than to live a parallel life with another without really connecting on many levels. Communication is the key to a flourishing love life. Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20). It is human nature to be compelled by the thrill of victory and also intrigued by the agony of defeat, which hangs behind images of perfection.