Astrology

Astrologically speaking, this week looks like a heart-shaped s’more you are roasting over a bonfire fueled by the pages of your old journals.

The Sun enters Leo on July 22, and suddenly the world feels a little more like a stage. There’s nothing subtle about Leo: it’s bold, radiant, and slightly delusional in the best possible way.

This week opens with a sense of theatrical restraint: a paradox only astrology can explain. We’re in the final stretch of Cancer season, where the Sun swims through the third decan of the sign, a realm traditionally associated with the Four of Cups in tarot.

If the first half of 2025 felt like a meandering prologue penned by someone overly fond of ellipses, this is the moment the narrative tightens, the stakes rise, and the story starts drawing blood.

This week, the universe goes full drama queen in a 24-hour period. Naturally, that day is July 4, America’s birthday, when fireworks are likely to erupt in the sky and in your private life. Be sure to hydrate!