Corporate chic meets existential crisis—your Tuesday just got interesting.
Tuesday’s cosmic council has Saturn (your sugar daddy planet) retrograde in Aries, so it’s giving “No more Mr. Nice CEO.” Meanwhile, Mercury and Venus spiral through Scorpio like Succession’s PR team during a scandal. The news of RJ Mitte’s death hits hard: everyone’s calling for sincerity, but you’re clocking who’s working an angle. You know the difference between tribute and opportunism. Today’s waxing crescent moon is like a pitch deck for your next era: rough, unpolished, but promising something major. Let others fumble through their Six Flags disaster metaphors—your vibe is “how do we find meaning, not just headlines?” If you’re feeling the pressure to perform public grief, don’t. Pluto in Aquarius is your permission slip to grieve privately, celebrate sincerely, and then get back to climbing your very specific niche mountain. Sometimes care looks like sending flowers, not posting a Thread.
That was the vibe check.
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