Your Leo July 2025 Horoscope: Love, Money & Career Forecast
So this morning I opened up my planner and thought, hey let’s try that Leo horoscope forecast everyone’s buzzing about. Figured it might be fun to see if the stars had anything useful to say about July.
Getting Started
First thing I did was grab my laptop, brewed some coffee – strong, black – and sat down at the kitchen table. Looked up that Your Leo July 2025 Horoscope: Love, Money & Career Forecast thing on my browser. Whole process felt kinda silly but I went with it.
Started reading the love section first. Says Leos are gonna be “magnetic” this month. Right. So I actually wrote that down in my notebook: BE MAGNETIC. Tried smiling more at my partner when he walked in. He just asked if I’d forgotten to take my meds. Cosmic magnetism zero, suspicion ten.
Money Stuff
Got to the money part next. Big promises there. Horoscope says it’s gonna rain money – financial breakthroughs, unexpected cash, blah blah. Got kinda excited so I:
- Checked all my bank apps twice
- Called the bank about “possible missing deposits” (they hung up)
- Even bought three lottery scratch-offs at the gas station
Scratched ’em off right there in the parking lot. Won two bucks. Spent three. The universe owes me a dollar apparently.
Career Nonsense
Career forecast was next. Said July brings “major professional shifts” and “recognition”. Okay. Figured I’d manifest that energy:
- Repainted my home office wall “energetic orange”
- Made vision boards until my hands were glue-sticky
- Emailed my boss asking for “big picture alignment meeting”
Boss replied: “Is this about the printer jam again?” Recognition achieved, just not the kind I wanted.
The Grand Finale
Wrapped up around 3 PM feeling… eh. Printed out the horoscope pages for my records. My cat promptly sat on them. Left little paw prints right over the career section. Probably the most accurate prediction all day.
Taped the papers into my practice journal anyhow. Smudged ink and all. Looks like garbage. Fitting end to cosmic nonsense day. Whole thing took four hours start to finish. Four hours I could’ve spent actually working on my career. Or napping.
Moral of the story? If the universe wants to send messages, it should try email. This horoscope forecasting crap is exhausting.
