So I stumbled upon John Hayes’ Virgo predictions for this week and thought, hell, why not actually try living by them? Woke up Monday morning feeling like a damn detective trying to decode cosmic clues. The write-up said “slow down and double-check everything.” Normally I’d just chug coffee and scramble through emails, but nope. This time I actually re-read every work email three times before hitting send. Felt super weird, like wearing shoes on the wrong feet.
Midweek rolled around with a prediction about unexpected money stuff. Joke’s on me – my car’s check engine light blinked on Tuesday. Usually I’d ignore it till smoke came out, but Hayes said “be proactive with finances.” Fine. Took it to the mechanic Wednesday morning. Guess what? Cost me 300 bucks to fix a leaky hose. Gotta say, I almost threw my phone across the garage when the bill came. But then… the next day? Found a hundred-dollar bill in my old winter coat pocket while cleaning. What are the damn odds?
By Friday, the stars demanded “set clear boundaries.” My noisy neighbor chose exactly that day to start jackhammering his patio at 7 AM. Normally I’d suffer silently. This time? Marched over in pajamas and said “either start at nine or I’m blasting death metal toward your house all weekend.” Dude actually apologized. Never happened in five years living here.
Now here’s the funny bit – Saturday’s prediction warned about “overcommitting socially.” So when friends dragged me to a barbecue? Drank one beer, made excuses about feeding my cat, and bounced after an hour. Missed their famous ribs, but damn. Woke up Sunday fresh as hell instead of hungover. Finished the week by writing this whole experience down. Verdict? Either Hayes knows his shit or I just got freakishly lucky. Might actually try this again next week. Cat’s still pissed about the imaginary feeding excuse though.
