Cherchez Le Grip! Seriously.
You are now but five hours away from Mars into Leo.
So cease the neurosis, stop googling tummy tucks and conspiracy theories, lay off the Blue Devil Hoochie Juice and start to plan the New Season You.
Mars in your sign hates slackers and even if you think that you have gone secretly insane, you could at least look good and inspire your inferiors, yes?
Hint: Re-inject some fresh Qi back into your Biz-Art & Fitness regimes. You don’t need a vacation to inspire you or a new lover-muse-devotee or even a less psycho boss-publisher-agent whatever: You need arse glue so that you just sit down and get whatever it is done that you know you need to be doing.
Fitness: To do – zoning out at Pilates wondering if you should wax your toes/remotely assessing the serenity factor of your Ex OR some good old-school, hardcore roadwork, ie: running – like how the boxers do it.
It’s Mars, baby, MARS.
Everyone else: watch out. Pass-Agg is about to become Agg-Agg.