Man, let me tell you, 2020 felt like the planet itself just decided to hit the eject button. Everything I thought was stable suddenly wasn’t. I had this big contract, right? The one that paid the rent and then some. By mid-year, it was dust. Gone. No warning, just poof. That’s when the scrambling started. I needed answers, or maybe just something to blame besides my own shaky planning. You start looking for signs anywhere you can find them.
I’m not usually the type who lives and dies by the horoscope, but Susan Miller? She’s different. She gets into the specifics, the planetary transits, the whole nine yards. I remembered years ago hearing people freak out about how accurate she was for big career moves. So, months later, after I finally stabilized my cash flow and could breathe, I decided I was going to go back and check the tape. I needed to see if the stars actually shouted a warning that I had totally missed.
The Great 2020 Virgo Horoscope Hunt
This wasn’t as simple as opening a website. You gotta realize, those monthly forecasts are long. Really long. I had to track down the archives. I searched the usual places, but finding the actual, full, unedited Virgo monthly reports for March through November 2020—that took elbow grease. I eventually stumbled onto an old message board where some true believers had actually downloaded and saved the PDFs of the entire year, just in case the site wiped them. Bless their organized hearts.
I spent an entire Saturday afternoon pouring over them. I started with the predictions for the first quarter, which was when the initial weirdness started, then I quickly jumped to the third quarter, which was when my whole professional life just collapsed. I had my calendar open, cross-referencing my actual events with her cosmic calendar. I was highlighting key phrases like I was studying for a final exam. I was looking for anything related to the 6th House (work routine, employment) and the 10th House (career honors, major status changes).
I realized quick that she writes in a very specific way. It’s comforting, but also totally loaded with possibilities. Still, some stuff really jumped out at me.
Here’s what I pulled out and filed away as the absolute key details for my sign (Virgo Rising, if you care) during that period:
- She hammered on the idea of the 10th house being volatile. She kept saying Mars was throwing shade at career projects, leading to delays and frustration, especially around August/September. Man, that was exactly when my main client told me they were restructuring and cutting my budget down to nothing.
- She stressed health and the need for new routines in late Spring. I remember reading that and scoffing at the time, but right after the job stress hit, I was so worn out I actually ended up needing a minor procedure. Coincidence? Maybe, but it hit hard because I was specifically focused on health issues after the career disaster.
- She repeatedly mentioned partnership changes (7th House) having a huge impact on finances (2nd House). This wasn’t a marriage thing for me, but my contract was technically a partnership agreement. When that dissolved, my entire financial structure went sideways. She said to watch partners closely around the eclipses. I checked the eclipse dates. Yep. Right on the money.
What I Got Out of Digging Up Old Predictions
Look, I know this sounds like total confirmation bias. Of course, once you know what happened, you can find the general wording to fit your disaster. But that’s not really why I did the exercise. I wanted to see if the tone was there. Was the year flagged as generally easy, or was it marked for major disruption?
What I found by reading the full text, not just the summarized bullet points, was that Susan Miller repeatedly used words like “seismic shift,” “unpredictable,” and “deep reconsideration.” She wasn’t promising a smooth ride for Virgos. She was actively telling people to prepare for things to break and be rebuilt.
I had been ignoring that underlying feeling in 2020. I kept pushing, thinking if I just worked harder, the unstable feeling would go away. Going back and reading her detailed write-up, I realized the whole thing was actually flagged as a construction zone. My mistake wasn’t missing the prediction; my mistake was ignoring the general atmospheric warning signs that were everywhere, including in the horoscope I never bothered to read properly back then.
It didn’t change the outcome of 2020, but the process of matching my chaos to her warnings was seriously therapeutic. It made the chaos feel less random and more like part of a necessary, scheduled demolition. Sometimes, you just need a narrative, even if it’s written in the stars, to help you clean up the mess.
