You’re the boss, but who’s really running the meeting today?
Saturn retrograde is serving “disappointed principal energy”—not mad, just calculating how much therapy you’ll need. Sun in Virgo is your inner spreadsheet, but the rest of the cosmos is texting at 3am. Monday’s planetary drama is pure Boardroom Realness: Uranus glitches the Wi-Fi, Neptune’s rewriting your dreams, and Pluto is leaking your secrets to Deuxmoi. The world’s leaders are playing musical chairs with borders (Palestine recognized, who’s next?), and you’re just trying to finish your coffee. The waxing crescent moon in Libra is “let’s form a committee, ” but you know most alliances last as long as a Love Island couple. Poignant moment: It’s okay if you’re secretly soft—true power is knowing when to break your own rules. Don’t let everyone else’s drama turn your ambition into anxiety. Remember: Even Joan Rivers needed a nap and a martini after a roast.
That was the vibe check.
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