Man, 2021. What a ride, right? Especially that start. I gotta tell you, finding yourself checking a monthly horoscope for career advice—specifically the March 2021 Virgo reading—was not my finest moment. But here we are. I promised I’d share the whole damn process, the guts and the glory of how I handled that one, and it’s a story about desperation and a crazy, totally illogical leap of faith.
The Setup: Why I Was Star-Gazing in the First Place
Look, I’m a hands-on guy. I trust spreadsheets, not celestial bodies. But February 2021 was a disaster. I was wrestling with this major client, a huge project that I’d been working on for six months, supposed to be my big cash-in. They just kept dragging their feet. Week after week, they promised the final payment, and week after week, I got nothing but excuses. I had bills piled up, and worse, I had committed a serious chunk of change to a new lease for office space, totally banking on that one paycheck to cover the deposit and three months of rent. When that money didn’t hit, my nerves were shot. I was looking at losing the entire deposit and being out on the street with my gear. I was sweating bullets.
I called lawyers, I begged, I threatened. Nothing moved the needle. My usual solutions—working harder, pulling an all-nighter—they just weren’t working. I was truly, completely stuck. That’s when you start doing crazy things, digging through weird corners of the internet. I was ready to try anything to find an edge, a signal, a sign.
Hunting the Signal: Finding the Virgo March 2021 Prediction
I went hunting. I typed “money solutions for Virgos February/March” into a search box. Pathetic, I know, but I was running on fumes. I waded through dozens of cheesy-looking horoscope sites. I skimmed past the love stuff and the “you need to focus on your inner child” nonsense. I was laser-focused on the finance and job section for the month of March. I needed a date, an actionable instruction, something tangible.
- I ignored the generic “stay positive” garbage.
- I zeroed in on anything concrete.
- I found it on a site with a ridiculous purple background.
The money move prediction for mid-March 2021 for Virgos basically screamed: “A hidden, small-scale communication effort you’ve been ignoring will suddenly become a financial lifeline near the 17th. You must take an immediate, bold action to start something new and unrelated to your current main struggle.”
I stared at that screen. A small-scale communication effort? I had this old, half-baked idea for a weekly newsletter, just casual business commentary and sharing my messy workflows. I’d been sitting on it for a year, thinking it was too small-time. I had the raw content scattered across old notes.
The Execution: The Messy, Desperate Leap
Alright, fine. Screw it. The stars said jump, and I was so backed into a corner, I decided to jump. That specific prediction about the 17th gave me a deadline, something I could anchor to. I chucked the hopelessness and rolled up my sleeves. I had about a week to make this “small-scale communication” thing happen.
My entire process was a desperate sprint:
- First, I yanked the old notes out of my file system. They were a disorganized mess.
- I scraped together all the rough content I had on my workflow practices—the kind of messy, honest stuff people usually keep quiet about. No polishing, no fancy intros.
- I picked the simplest, fastest email platform I could find. No time for custom coding or web design.
- I set up the signup form. I literally just embedded it into one existing page of my dormant site.
- I fired off a couple of embarrassing emails to my immediate circle—not pitching, just saying: “Hey, I’m starting this stupid thing next week. You’re either in or out.”
- I slammed together the first three newsletter editions in three days. They were rough. Typos galore. But they were honest.
- On the afternoon of March 16th, I scheduled the first one to blast out on the 17th. I hit send, and then I shut down the computer and went for a long, stressed-out walk. I felt like a total fool.
The Realization: Where the Money Came From
The money didn’t magically appear on the 17th. I checked my bank, nothing. I checked the newsletter platform, 20 subscribers, mostly friends and family. Total joke. I kicked myself for listening to a silly horoscope.
But then, two days later, on the 19th—right in that predicted window—something shifted. It wasn’t the client. I got an email. A guy who received the first newsletter—someone I hadn’t talked to in years, a total surprise—replied. He said he loved the honesty of my rough workflow guide. He was impressed I was finally sharing it. His company was struggling with the exact issues I mentioned.
He wasn’t looking for a consulting gig. He wanted me to create a short, private, paid workshop for his internal team on the very subjects I had just messily shared. We jumped on a call that afternoon. By the 20th, a signed contract was in my inbox, and a deposit hit my account the next morning. It was exactly enough to cover the office lease deposit, plus a bit more buffer. That money saved my ass.
Was it the stars? Who the hell knows. I don’t care. What I learned that March was that I needed a ridiculous, external push—even from a purple-themed horoscope site—to stop delaying and start acting on the small, simple ideas I was too scared to execute. That horoscope didn’t predict the contract, it forced the action that led to the contract. It taught me to pull the trigger and get my stuff out there, no matter how messy. I’ve been sharing my messy practical records ever since. It works.
