🔥⚔️🌹 AstroDoodle for Friday, April 18th

Big Drama, Soft Core: Your Heart’s on Fire, Your Brain’s a Maze, and You’re Trying to Wear Lipstick Over It All

🚀 Today: Mars enters Leo | Moon trine Sun | Moon squares Venus, Mercury, North Node, Saturn, Neptune 🔥

This morning I caught myself flirting with a pigeon. He had a confident strut even with that slight limp (- why do their feet have to always be mangled in some unseemly way, did anyone look into this?), which I decided meant he had a tragic backstory. I tossed him half my croissant. He looked offended. I felt rejected. But I’m not ashamed to say: that feeling passed quickly and yes, I did pick my croissant back up and yes, I did finish it, and it was fucking delicious, his loss, fuck pigeons.

And that’s how the day began.

Because when Mars struts into Leo in rhinestones and revenge fantasies, the simmering pot of Cancerian internally directed worries for our immediate environment, like, I don’t know, how the fuck to shield those we love & care about against the devastating meteoric barrage of geopolitical developments of 2025, boils over. And with Leo unapologetic loud confidence, we finally take the fight to the streets. Haha, isn’t it hilarious when astrology goes literal like that?

Let’s talk about the Moon. She's trining the Sun, so there’s clarity in the mirror today—maybe even a moment of grace. Queue in a lion shaking his mane in slow motion, L’oreal Paris Because You’re Worth It style. 'Scuse me while I feel myself. Your internal world and your external expression briefly hold hands & you remember: "Oh yeah, I used to be kind of magical."

But.

The Moon is also square Venus, Mercury, the North Node, Saturn, and Neptune, and this is where the chaos spills glitter into your soup. Queue in the same lion stop mid-slow motion shake, eyes bulging & suddenly chokes on a giant hair ball.

It’s like:

Your inner child wants a popsicle and a hug.
Your inner saboteur wants to fake her death and move to Capri.
Your inner goddess wants to go viral for crying beautifully in a sunbeam.

Mars in Leo amplifies it all. Every minor frustration becomes a heroic quest. You want to be adored but can’t decide if anyone is worthy of witnessing your glow. You want applause and privacy, at the same time.

It’s a great day to:

💔 Write a love letter and burn it.
🎭 Dress for your resurrection, even if it’s just a trip to the bakery.
🧠 Let confusion be the oracle: what’s swirling might be sacred.
🔥 Channel anger into glamor. Cry with glitter on your cheeks.💔 Write a love letter and burn it.
💬 I know, I know:”your friends definitely need to justify their life choices to you first & finally wake the hell up after you’ve explained to them how to their life second. But I also know that you really don’t want to go there. Put the phone down right now!

Today, the audience is imaginary, but gods are watching - popcorn buckets in hands, and the spotlight is self-generated.

Let it all be a little messy. A little contradictory. A little too much.

Mars says, “Roar louder.” The Moon says, “Feel deeper.” Neptune says, “Lose your mind gracefully. Gray Gardens style.” Saturn says, “But have a plan. No more rescuing stray cats until you re-home the previous 300.”

So do it.

Even if you're sobbing in front of a pigeon.

You are radiant and unhinged and worthy of applause.

Today, you don’t need answers. You need expression.

And maybe a crown, a cape, and a good playlist.
Doodle it out. Dance it out. Have your croissant whole.

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