Aries ♈︎

Picture this: The Moon in Pisces is hosting an underground ballroom and your inner Mars (in Scorpio, lashes out and hungry) is about to snatch the trophy. It’s Saturday, but you’re not doing brunch—you’re storming the main stage like Trump on ‘60 Minutes’ after a three-day Red Bull bender and a lawsuit settlement. The waxing gibbous Moon says “manifest, ” but Saturn retrograde wants a review of your receipts. Translation? If you’ve been ghosting your therapist, they’re about to slide into your DMs. Current events have everyone fighting for healthcare like Drag Race queens battling for a last-minute lip sync—except this time, the judges are Maine clinics and the guest judge is Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s ghost. Your rage can be righteous, but don’t let your hot takes scorch your closest (chosen) family. Make room at your table—for discomfort, for the friend who switched pronouns midweek, for the softest part of yourself. Vulnerability is this week’s Cursed Amulet.