Original Advice
“DONT: Don't center every plan around their spotlight.”
Stop Being Their Lighting Crew
You turned your calendar into their runway. Every dinner, route, outfit, even your silence wraps around their entrance. They thrive while you hold the flashlight. This is not love; it's stagehand labor. When you center them, you disappear. Your joy waits in the wings, uncalled. The applause you crave gets rerouted to their echo. Enough.
Centering them trains your reflexes to chase crumbs. They get the plot; you get the credits. Attention is a currency; you spend, they hoard. Plans orbiting one star burn out, and they keep asking for more. Reclaim the architecture: time, routes, playlists, silence. Watch how the room shifts when you stop cueing their entrance. Your life remembers itself.
Cosmic Context
You're Leo: Sun-ruled, fixed fire. You radiate; you don't fetch spotlights.
Action
──────Plan a night out; don't tell them.
✨ You are allowed to stop clapping and take the stage. ✨