Aries sun, Leo moon.

You want to win, and you want it witnessed.

Double fire, and the moon wants an audience for the victory lap. Unseen effort feels like wasted effort, which you will deny in a tone that proves it. The generosity is as loud as the need; feed both.

One person truly seeing what you made today keeps the furnace lit for a week.

A Leo moon refuels on witness: not flattery, witness. Applause from strangers does less for you than one friend who actually looked.

You begin fast and forgive slowly.

You launch on the outside and keep on the inside: the world sees initiative, but your feelings sign long leases. New projects, old grudges; fresh starts, ancient loyalties.

The corrective is not difference but depth: you do the thing, all the way down.

The internet writes Aries off as all impulse and no follow-through. With a Leo moon the rumor is, for once, nearly aimed right; you are the concentrated pour.

Feed the moon first: motion, heat, a start.

Ten minutes of beginning something cures what a whole evening of rest cannot. Leave one evening a week unplanned and race the daylight instead.