Starting the Whole Mess: The Great December 2019 Virgo Test
Alright, listen up. I gotta share the dirt on this whole December 2019 Virgo thing. I’m not some mystic; I’m just a dude who decided to stop reading these things like they were Bible verses and actually try to put them to the test. I mean, if they’re so specific about “key dates for love and money,” shouldn’t they actually deliver the goods?
I picked December 2019 because, honestly, I was in a financial hole and my love life was a dumpster fire. I needed a sign, or maybe just a date I could circle on the calendar and say, “Okay, something good has to happen then.”
The first thing I did was gather the data. I pulled three different monthly forecasts—one from a big magazine, one from a famous online psychic, and one from some random forum I stumbled across. I didn’t care about their names; I just extracted the concrete dates. It was a total hodgepodge.
- Money Dates: One said December 10th was a breakthrough. The next said avoid all big purchases on the 10th and wait for the 22nd. The last one just vaguely mumbled about “a sudden inflow” sometime before the 15th.
- Love Dates: This was even worse. One pointed to the 3rd for a reunion. Another flagged the 18th for a major shake-up. The third one told me to just chill for the whole month.
I created a simple spreadsheet and logged every single prediction. Then, the real work began: living my life while holding my breath and documenting everything that happened, no matter how small. I was tracking every text message, every bill, every weird look from my neighbor.
The Practice: Waiting for a Sign, Getting a Punch in the Face
I started the month all jazzed up, waiting for that December 10th money surprise. I checked my bank account constantly. I even checked under my sofa cushions. Nothing. The day went by. I got a parking ticket. Total disaster. It was the exact opposite of a financial breakthrough.
Then came the middle of the month, and I was focusing hard on the “major shake-up” prediction for love around the 18th. I was texting this girl I liked, dropping hints, trying to set up a big, life-altering date. I figured this was it—the universe was going to push us together.
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
On December 17th, I went home. And that’s when the real surprise hit. It wasn’t some romantic destiny stuff. It was brutal, domestic, and came out of nowhere. My roommate—not my girlfriend, not my ex, but the guy I shared rent with—had decided, totally on a whim, that he was moving out the next morning. Just packed his bags and bounced. Said his new job started early.
The prediction for the 18th? A “major shake-up in your most intimate relationships.” I mean, yeah, losing half the rent is a shake-up in a very intimate, living-together kind of relationship, but it sure wasn’t what I was hoping for. It was a massive stress, suddenly having to cover the whole lease. I was furious.
I called my mom, venting about the stupid horoscopes and the roommate. She told me to calm down and just focus on the money.
The Biggest Surprise: What Actually Happened vs. The Paper Trail
So, I had the roommate chaos from the 18th. This pushed me to apply for a second side gig right away. Now, remember that late December date, the 22nd, that was supposed to be a different money breakthrough? I was working that new side job, totally burnt out, and not even thinking about star signs anymore.
On December 20th—a day none of the three horoscopes had flagged for anything special—I was helping a guy clean out an old shed at the side job. We found this beat-up filing cabinet. Inside? An old, forgotten check from an insurance refund, made out to the previous property owner. It was a mistake check, not meant for me, but it got me talking to my supervisor about forgotten funds. He remembered an uncashed bonus from my main job that was still sitting in a lost-funds department.
It took three days to sort out, but on the 23rd—one day after the big predicted date—a check for close to three grand hit my bank account. It wasn’t a sudden cash prize; it was admin work. It was boring, simple, and had nothing to do with the universe lining up.
My love life? The girl I was texting got serious with someone else around the 25th. No romantic destiny at all.
My practice taught me one thing: The “biggest surprise” wasn’t a stellar alignment; it was the realization that you can take any major, stressful, or lucky event that happens in your life—a fight with a landlord, finding an old refund, a car breaking down—and you can twist a vague horoscope prediction to fit it perfectly. The words are just stretchy enough to cover everything.
I totally abandoned trying to predict anything after that. Now, I just act, and then I laugh when I read the predictions after the fact. I keep the spreadsheet, though. It’s a good reminder of how badly I once wanted to believe the answers were on a calendar and not just in my own effort. The real surprise was learning the whole system is built to make you think it’s working, no matter what happens.
