You leave the door open behind you because you are already three rooms ahead. Jupiter and Mars sit at the same degree in your chart, so the part of you that wants more and the part that lunges are not two parts at all, they fire as one. You bet before the odds are in. You name the goal out loud and your legs are already moving toward it, which reads as bravado to anyone who has not watched it pay off. It usually pays off. The thing you sand down with age is the off switch: this fused engine does not idle, so you learn to point it, or it spends you on whatever is nearest.