And A Leo Does it Well

To Those Who I Know Are Listening,

I’m invested in trying to become the best version of a Leo. I’ve figured first you gotta try and I know I’ll succeed because Leos get things done and get it done well. I’m trying to become the best version of a Leo. Trying to become the baddest of the jungle. Trying to become the biggest cat in the savannah.

People always got something to say about the Leo. As if the Leo is the cause of problems! The Leo likes to solve problems. I step up with my big girl paw prints, big mane, and my voice is thunderous. Pride is poisonous to the Leo and anyone near. Insecurity is treasonous but oh that wicked pride for those who let it fester. Me personally? I try to nip it in the bud when I can.

I love when the August sun caramelizes my skin on long summer days; oh honey, I’m a leo who tans well. Don’t walk behind me in the sand because I scorch it ten times over. Caramel skin on the scene. Give me the drama! Give me a reason to bring my flashy, peroxide dripping, honey tinted big mane and voice so thunderous- I’m troublesome to a problem because a problem likes to be a problem and I like to be a big, loud mouthed, sunny side always up solution. You can call me the equalizer, you can call me the enforcer but I’d say I’m just the reason the problem has been fixed.

I don’t carry no one. I inspire someone. I ignite someone’s mind with my fire and watch the flames flicker among their thoughts. Smoke drifts from their ears. They arrive to the point where they can’t stand to inhale these flames without exhaling it out to the world anymore! Someone has been set ablaze by a passion once dormant- see that’s what a leader does. That’s what I does. That’s what a Leo does. And a Leo does it well.

Imagine a lion in place of the sun and don’t it seem so right? Don’t put me in a room full of strangers because this shy Leo will cling to the walls like a cat escaping water. Don’t put me in a room where I’m the boss. I burst from the shade and look at that! I gave “orbit” employees. I gave “entourage” a purpose. I gave “conceit” a poster child. I snuck some money to “criticism” and told them to take a hike. I’m a glutton for goodwill. I project my voice like it's nothing. I suffer from much too many belly aches from naivete but my love is unabashed. It's something so fierce that when I’m gone, I’ve left an abyss.

What is the possibility of a life without a bit of fire? A bit of Leo? A bit of me? Shy girl sentiments but a destiny for the sun. I’m a margarita in the sun rays, laughter ringing in the soundwaves, kindness til I’m vicious on my off days. I think I’m the greatest but to be honest… There are many days where I think I’m the least. Days where I crawl to bed, tail in between legs, and all these thoughts in my head.

“I could’ve been better,” “Why’d I yell so much?” “That person gave more than I could,”

I don’t let those days get to me too much. I fluff my mane out, I puff out my chest, and I get back up to try again. Once a Leo figures out that there’s no point in comparing themselves to fish and rams, archers, and twins- well they’re the baddest out here because Leos can’t help but do it well.

Signed Sincerely,

August 4th 1999