Virgo — today

You told yourself this morning that you're fine — not just fine, but *philosophically* fine with how things are going. The Moon's in Sagittarius, firing arrows of uncomfortable optimism into your careful, load-bearing pessimism, and you are *not* having it. **Mercury's sitting in early Taurus**, which means your brain is moving at the pace of a cow crossing a motorway. You have seventeen things to do and you've been replanning the order you'll do them in for forty-five minutes. None of them have started. **Mars square Jupiter** is the loudest thing in the sky today — an exact clash, overconfident energy running headlong into expansion. For you, this looks like secretly believing you're the only competent person in the room while quietly panicking that everyone's about to find out you're not. Both things are happening simultaneously and neither is winning. That thing you volunteered to sort out for everyone else? **You'll do it perfectly and resent every second.** Genuinely, you're more capable than you give yourself credit for. Which is why it's such a shame you spend all that capability making everyone else's life easier.