Original Advice
“DONT: Let grievances simmer behind polite smiles.”
Drop the Silk, Show the Blade
Your smile is a lid on a boiling pot. You curate calm while your stomach burns. Every swallowed complaint turns into smoke that stains the room anyway. People read your grace as consent. They keep taking. You keep polishing the mask. Then you explode, and call it fate. Stop embalming irritation in niceness. Name the thorn before it infects the whole hand.
Harmony without friction is counterfeit. Balance requires weight on both sides. Anger is the weight you refuse to place. It isn’t ugliness; it’s a compass. When you voice it cleanly, negotiations sharpen, intimacy strengthens, time frees up. When you hide it, you pay interest in sarcasm, procrastination, migraines, backs that lock. Choose precision over pleasantries. Speak early, spare drama. Air needs crosswinds to stay clear.
Cosmic Context
You are cardinal air, a scale that moves first. Venus loves harmony, but not at the price of justice.
Action
──────Say, "That didn’t work for me," within 24 hours, every time.
✨ You are allowed to upset the room to protect your balance. ✨