Your villain form has surrendered to the current. Bills? The universe will provide. Deadline? The wheel turns. That weird noise the car makes? A phase. You treat your own life like weather — observable, discussable, and definitely not your department.
The dark trick is calling it wisdom. 'Everything happens for a reason' has excused you from at least four decisions this year alone. Meanwhile the wheel keeps turning and you keep narrating from the passenger seat of your own biography.
Yet your actual gift is rare: you genuinely don't shatter when things flip — you bend, you surf, you survive. The upright Wheel just knows when to grab a spoke. Some things ARE your department. The car noise is one of them.