Original Advice
“DONT: Hide behind jokes or constant busyness.”
Stop Performing. Sit With It.
Your laugh is a smoke bomb. Your calendar is a shield. You juggle, quip, host, and call it confidence, but it’s camouflage. Anxiety is steering while you wave from the sunroof. Stop. Let the silence land. Let the room see you without confetti. The ache you keep outrunning is not a monster; it’s a message. Face it before it names you.
Constant busyness burns the same fuel anxiety eats. Humor buys applause and avoids contact. Motion feels like power, but it edits out your pulse. Stillness is voltage you refuse to touch. Put your crown down long enough to feel its weight. When you stop narrating the scene, the body speaks plainly. The fear shrinks under a direct stare; performance only feeds it.
Cosmic Context
As fixed fire ruled by the Sun, you radiate. Perform nonstop and you eclipse yourself; courage for Leo is standing unarmored under your own light.
Action
──────Cancel one plan tonight. Sit alone 20 minutes without screens.
✨ You are allowed to be unfunny, unbusy, and still loved. ✨