How I Actually Did Virgo Horoscopes For 2017
Okay, so back in late 2016, I decided I needed fresh material for January. Found this old, kinda messy PDF claiming it had the full 2017 Virgo predictions for love AND career. Honestly? Looked sketchy, but I figured, “What the heck, let’s try it.” First thing I did? Printed the whole dang thing out. Bad move. My printer choked, spitting out pages with weird gaps and coffee cup rings already. Total mess.
Started reading it, y’know? Trying to figure out if it made any darn sense. Mostly generic stuff – “Mars in retrograde” blah blah, “great time for communication”. Not super helpful. I needed something folks could actually use.
So, I grabbed different colored highlighters – yellow for career bits, pink for love stuff. Went page by page. Had to fight sleep reading some parts. Seriously dry. Kept thinking, “Is this worth my time?” But I hate leaving stuff unfinished.
Next step? Transferred the stuff that might be useful to my big, ugly notebook. Made these crappy little tables:
- Month
- Big Love Thing (if any)
- Career Highlight Prediction
- My Own Notes (like “vague!” or “this seems nuts”)
Took forever. April’s predictions seemed to totally contradict February’s. July was mostly warnings about “misunderstandings.” Pretty gloomy stuff. Got annoyed. Tossed the highlighter. Almost gave up halfway through October’s section.
Pushed through, though. By the end, my notebook looked like a toddler attacked it with crayons. Scribbles everywhere, arrows pointing between months, big question marks next to vague stuff like “financial opportunities arise”. My own notes were longer than the copied predictions!
Finally sat down to actually write up something for the blog. Threw out most of the overly wordy astro-jargon. Just focused on the simple points I’d pulled out: “Spring might be tricky for work chats, Virgos,” or “Watch out for silly arguments around May.” Kept the career highlights separate from the lovey-dovey bits. Made it easy to scan.
Truth bomb? The original “2017 Full Year Predictions” was a dud. It promised a roadmap, gave me scribbles. But hey, sometimes the real practice isn’t finding the perfect source. It’s wrestling with the messy one you got, pulling out anything remotely useful, and making it understandable for people. That notebook’s still on my shelf. A trophy of a weird, slightly pointless afternoon I turned into something. Mostly.
