Honestly, I wasn’t even into this astrology stuff back then. Not one bit. I just stumbled across this forecast for Virgo, November 2021, while I was probably killing time on the internet late one night. I was looking for something else entirely, maybe some tech specs for a new router, who knows. This big calendar pop-up showed up with these supposed “key dates to watch.” I was deep in a really boring, stable job, running some basic logistics software for a distribution hub. Predictable, steady paycheck, absolutely soul-crushing.
The Setup and The Stupid Bet
I figured, what the heck. I was always the guy who had to analyze and record things, even pointless ones. So, I grabbed a screenshot of those “key dates”—a couple around the 5th, a major one on the 11th, and a big financial marker right near the 23rd. I started logging everything that happened on those dates. It was just a stupid personal experiment, honestly, something to tell myself I was still observing the world, not just clocking in and out. I wanted to prove the whole horoscope thing was total garbage.
First couple of dates in early November? Nothing. The 5th, I had a nasty argument with my supervisor about a batch of late shipments. Standard Tuesday stuff. I actually laughed and thought, “Yep, total BS.” Life kept rolling along, stable, beige, and utterly safe. I almost forgot about the whole project.
Then came the big one: The 11th of November.
That day was supposed to mark a major “relocation or career shift.” I remember seeing that note on the screengrab I’d stuck to my monitor. I went into work expecting nothing, same old grind. I was two hours into my shift when the big boss called me into his office. He wasn’t the usual guy; this was the VP from HQ, flown in just for the day. He didn’t even sit down.
He just laid it out: the company was restructuring and shuttering my entire department, effective immediately. Not a lay-off, technically, but an “elimination of role.” They handed me a box, a check, and escorted me out. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. Just like that, I was out on the street by noon, holding a cardboard box of desk crap and my keys. It hit me like a ton of bricks. My whole stable life, gone in ten minutes. And it was exactly on the stupid, marked, “major shift” date.
The Bottom Drops Out and The Pivot
I got home, and my first instinct was pure panic. My wife and I had just signed a lease renewal. We had maybe three months of savings, tops. That shock lasted about a week. I started frantically applying for similar logistics jobs, but every single interview felt like pulling teeth. They were offering less money for more responsibility. The whole industry felt stale, and suddenly, the thought of going back to that beige predictability made me feel sick.
Then, the last date came up: The 23rd of November. That was the supposed “financial re-evaluation” day. I was sitting at the kitchen table, looking at my bank account, feeling totally defeated. My wife came over and just said, “Look, this is actually good. You hated that job. Remember that idea you had for building a data visualization dashboard for small businesses? No more excuses.”
That was the re-evaluation. Not a lottery win, just the decision to ditch the search for a new corporate cog position. That day, the 23rd, I pulled out an old laptop, cleared the dust, and registered a domain name. I started cold-emailing my small network, pitching a simple service—taking messy business spreadsheets and turning them into clean, visual reports. I figured if I could land two clients, I could cover the bills for a month.
- It was terrifying.
- I had zero business sense.
- I had nothing left to lose, though.
The Aftermath and Why I Keep This Log
The first few months were brutal. Ramen noodles and working eighteen-hour days. But slowly, it started working. That little data visualization service grew. I picked up skills I never would have learned in the corporate environment—selling, invoicing, actual customer support, building a real product. Fast forward to today, and that tiny little side gig is my actual full-time consulting business. I’m working with people I actually like, setting my own hours, and making twice what I did at the distribution hub.
I still have that original screenshot on an old external hard drive, the one with the Virgo November 2021 dates circled. I don’t believe in the stars, not really. But I believe completely in the timing of that month. It wasn’t the horoscope that made me lose my job; it was the corporation. But seeing that prediction on that specific day made the shock somehow… manageable. It was a bizarre, external marker for what turned out to be the biggest, most necessary kick in the pants I ever got.
The whole experience wasn’t about watching the dates for a mystical outcome. It was about logging a personal crisis that forced me out of my safe cage. That’s why I’m sharing this. Sometimes, the most important “forecast” you watch is the one that forces you to realize the life you were living was the wrong one, and the resulting chaos is exactly what you needed to build something real.
