Serve the tea, then excuse yourself from the table.
Monday is a family dinner where everyone’s talking politics, but you’re moonlighting as chef and therapist. Jupiter’s in Cancer, ready to serve feelings on a silver platter—meanwhile, the world is busy arguing over Taylor Swift’s Ophelia-core. This waxing gibbous Moon in Aries is giving you that “should I stay or should I go?” energy, but Saturn retrograde in Pisces is like your queer BFF, whispering “choose softness, but don’t be a doormat.” The judge nixing Trump’s Guard deployment is the energy: boundaries, baby. You’re allowed to set the table, serve the love, and then leave for a smoke break when things get messy. “Kindness isn’t a currency you owe to chaos.” Remember that. If the group chat explodes, let it. Protect your rest like it’s the last slice of cake. You’re allowed to be the safe place and the locked door. Sometimes the bravest act is walking away with your dignity and your leftovers.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Cancer. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
