Alright, so the Virgo Full Moon for 2026, huh? Yeah, I’ve been getting ready for this one. Lemme tell ya, usually, I just let these things roll over me. One day, the moon’s full, next day, it’s not. No biggie. But this time around, something just clicked. I’ve been feeling a bit… scattered, you know? Like my brain’s got too many tabs open and none of them are making any sense. My space was a mess, my thoughts were a mess, everything just felt like a pile of unread emails.
I remember it was a Tuesday, late last year. I was staring at a mountain of laundry and a sink full of dishes, and I just thought, “Enough.” I saw a little pop-up reminder about the upcoming Full Moon in Virgo, and it just hit me. Virgo, right? Organization, perfection, details. That’s exactly what I needed. Not some airy-fairy, sit-and-meditate thing, but actual, tangible, get-your-hands-dirty organizing. So, I decided, this time, I was gonna prep for it. Really prep.
First thing I did, I grabbed an old spiral notebook – you know, the cheap kind, college ruled, slightly bent cover. And I just started jotting down everything that felt out of place in my life. Not just big, dramatic stuff, but the little nagging things. The stack of magazines I swore I’d read, the pile of loose change on my desk, that one leaky faucet. I wrote it all down, just to get it out of my head and onto paper. It looked like a grocery list from a madman, but it was my madman list.
Then I broke it down. I figured, if Virgo is about details, I needed to tackle things bit by bit. No grand declarations, just small, achievable wins. I started with my workspace. That corner always gets neglected. I pulled out everything from under the desk – dust bunnies the size of small rodents, old charging cables for devices I don’t even own anymore, empty coffee mugs. I got a big trash bag and just started chucking stuff. No sentimentality, just asking myself, “Have I used this in the last six months? No? Out it goes.” I swept, I wiped, I even polished the old wooden surface. Felt good. Really good.
Next up, the kitchen. Oh man, the kitchen. It’s like a graveyard for forgotten snacks and half-empty spice jars. I tackled the pantry first. Pulled everything out. Checked expiration dates – half the stuff was from last century, practically. Tossed. Wiped down the shelves. Then I started putting things back in a logical order. Canned goods together, baking supplies together. It took a whole Saturday afternoon, cranking some old rock music, but by the end of it, I could actually see everything. No more rummaging like a badger in a trash can.
Then I moved onto my digital life, ’cause that’s a mess too, isn’t it? My phone, my laptop. Photos. Thousands of blurry photos of my cat, screenshots of memes I probably never sent. I spent a few evenings just deleting. Clearing out old apps. Organizing my desktop folders. It was tedious, let me tell you, but every time I clicked “delete” on a useless file, I felt a little lighter. Like I was shedding weight, but for my digital soul.
I also started paying attention to my body, ’cause that’s part of the Virgo thing too, right? Health, routine. I’m not talking about some crazy diet, just simple stuff. Drinking more water, actually trying to get to bed at a decent hour. I even dug out my old running shoes and went for a pathetic jog around the block a couple of times. It wasn’t pretty, but it was something. I tracked it in that same notebook, just to see the progress, no matter how small.
The whole point wasn’t to achieve some perfect, spotless, zen existence. It was about the process of getting there. It was about putting in the effort, one small step at a time, to bring some order back into my world. As the Full Moon gets closer, I can actually feel the shift. My mind isn’t buzzing as much. I can find my keys without a treasure hunt. The laundry pile isn’t threatening to take over the living room. It’s not magic, it’s just plain old elbow grease and deciding to actually do something about the chaos. And that, my friends, is my prep. Just getting my ducks in a row.
