So this morning I roll out of bed around 8 AM, feeling kinda foggy like usual. Stumble towards the coffee machine – gotta get that caffeine fix first thing, you know? While it gurgles away, I grab my phone outta habit and see my horoscope app notification blinking: “Virgo, April 23rd! Special day ahead. Check NOW!”
Honestly, I wasn’t planning to take it too serious. More like something to glance at while sipping coffee. But hey, why not see what the stars suggest? Opens it right up.
What The Stars Said
The main points jumped out:
- Lucky Color: A soft lavender. Like dusty purple.
- Lucky Time: Between 2 PM and 4 PM this afternoon. Exactly. Gotta be in that window.
- Focus: Wrap up old stuff. Perfect timing to finish lingering tasks.
I kinda chuckled. Lavender? Not my usual black or grey. And that 2-4 PM slot felt weirdly precise. But since I’m documenting these experiments, figured, why not go all in? Let’s see if wearing purple and doing stuff mid-afternoon makes any difference.
My Plan For The Lavender Experiment
First problem: I own zero lavender clothing. Seriously, not a single shirt. Panic-mode for a sec!
Ransacked my closet. Found this old, slightly faded band T-shirt tucked way back. It had a kinda purplish-grey design on it. Washed it quick – smelled a bit dusty, but hey, it passed the lavender vibe check close enough. Pulled it on. Felt… ridiculous. Like trying too hard.
Then blocked off 2-4 PM on my calendar. Told everyone I’d be offline then, “deep focus time.” Had this half-finished blog draft about planting tomatoes rotting in my docs for weeks. Today felt right. Aim? Smash that draft completely before 4.
How The “Lucky Time” Actually Went Down
2 PM sharp. Sat down. Computer humming. Wearing my dubious lavender shirt. Ready to conquer the tomatoes.
By 2:15 PM? Got a call from my mom. Water leak in the basement. Emergency! Spent 20 mins troubleshooting over the phone, telling her where the shut-off valve might be. Total mood killer.
2:40 PM. Back at the tomatoes. Typing away like a demon. Words actually flowed? Weirdly smooth. Almost spooky. Draft expanding fast.
3:20 PM. Cat decides keyboard is the best nap spot. Fur everywhere. Battle commenced. Lost precious minutes dislodging fluffy beast.
3:50 PM. Hit “save.” Draft. Done. Not just tweaked, but actually polished enough to send. Felt… good. Took exactly the crazy bursts between distractions to push it over the finish line.
Folded laundry later. Found a legit lavender sock under the pile. Too late, sock. Too late.
So, Did It Work?
Look, was my basement leak caused by wearing purple? Obviously not. Did lavender magically make me a writing genius? Nah. But blocking that time forced me to commit. Knowing it was my “lucky window” gave me this dumb little push to sit down and do the stupid thing I kept avoiding. The distractions? Standard Tuesday. But finishing that draft against the clock? That felt like a win. Maybe the stars were just yelling what I needed to hear: Stop dithering and finish something! Guess sometimes you gotta listen, even while wearing a faded band tee.
