Man, September 2020. That was a rough one. I remember feeling like I was just dragging myself through mud, especially with my work. Things were really up in the air, you know? I had this big project, poured months into it, and it just wasn’t going anywhere. Totally burnt out, hitting a wall, asking myself if I was even doing the right thing anymore. It was that kind of feeling where you just desperately needed a sign, any kind of direction.
Normally, I’m not one for horoscopes. I’d scroll right past that stuff. But that particular month, I was just so lost. So, when I saw “Virgo Monthly September 2020: Get Your Forecast!” pop up on some random site, I actually clicked it. Yeah, me. The practical, no-nonsense guy. I was looking for anything to make sense of the chaos.
What I read… it hit me like a ton of bricks. It talked about “unexpected shifts,” about needing to “re-evaluate foundations,” and straight up said “letting go of what no longer serves you.” Even mentioned “financial scrutiny” and “career crossroads.” My stomach just dropped. It felt way too accurate, considering the project I was busting my ass on and how tight money was getting. That client project, man, it was just constant friction, draining me dry, but I was clinging to it like it was my last lifeline.
I remember thinking, “No way. This is just vague stuff, right?” But the words kinda stuck with me. I started to look at things differently. It was like I was subconsciously running an experiment. Every little snag with that client, every late payment, every frustrating revision – it felt like the universe was nudging me, saying, “See? ‘Let go.’ ‘Re-evaluate.’”
My “practice” that month wasn’t some grand plan. It was more about paying attention. I started a crappy little notebook, just jotting down how I felt each day, especially when something related to work went sour. I’d write down the forecast keywords – “shifts,” “letting go” – next to my everyday frustrations. It felt a bit ridiculous at first, but it started painting a clearer picture.
By the second week of September, things with that client just totally blew up. We had this big meeting, and it was a mess. They wanted more, paid less, and kept moving the goalposts. I felt this intense pressure, but then that forecast voice popped into my head: “re-evaluate foundations.” And it hit me: this wasn’t a solid foundation. This was quicksand. I walked away from that meeting feeling completely drained, but also… strangely clear-headed.
The next few days were pure panic, though. I mean, suddenly no main income stream. That “financial scrutiny” bit? Yeah, it was real. I spent hours hunched over spreadsheets, trying to figure out how long my meager savings would last. It was terrifying. But that feeling of dread, it also came with a weird sense of freedom from that toxic project. It was like I had finally, finally, let go of something I should have ages ago.
I started digging around for new opportunities, anything. I was online constantly, refreshing job boards, messaging old contacts. It felt like a mad scramble. And then, completely out of the blue, my old mentor called. Not for a job, just checking in. We ended up talking for hours. I told him everything, about the project falling apart, about feeling lost. He listened, really listened.
He suggested I look into something totally different, a small startup he knew that was building custom backend systems. It was a massive pivot from what I was doing, but the idea just… clicked. It was something I had always been curious about but never had the guts to pursue. That was the “unexpected shift” right there. It wasn’t handed to me, I still had to fight for it, but the path opened up after I cleared out the old mess.
I threw myself into learning everything I could about their tech stack, their processes. It was like a new beginning. The interview process was tough, a total grind, but I felt this renewed energy. It was different from the frantic energy of trying to salvage something broken; this was the energy of building something new.
By the end of September, things were still uncertain, but I had an interview lined up and a clear direction. That forecast, the one I almost dismissed, had actually pointed me towards an action I needed to take. It didn’t solve my problems, but it reflected the internal struggle I was having and made me brave enough to make a move. My “practice record” for that month was basically:
- Reading a forecast out of desperation.
- Consciously noting how life events aligned with its themes.
- Realizing I had to let go of a bad situation.
- Embracing the fear of uncertainty.
- Discovering a new path I hadn’t considered.
It sounds wild, right? That I’d actually pay attention to something like that and then act on it. But that September, it felt like the universe was yelling at me, and that forecast was just a translation. It gave me the mental push I needed to pull the plug on something draining and start digging for something better. It wasn’t magic, it was just… a mirror. And it helped me get off that treadmill and start walking a different road.
