Man, sometimes life just hits you, you know? Like a truck, out of nowhere. I remember it clear as day, about two, maybe three years back now. I was just stuck. Flat out stuck. Work was… well, it was work. But outside of that, everything felt fuzzy. Like I was walking through fog, and every path looked the same kind of grey and uninspiring. My usual go-to ways of figuring stuff out, they just weren’t cutting it. I felt this heavy weight in my chest, a kind of constant hum of ‘what’s next?’ that I just couldn’t shake off. My mind was racing with all these “what ifs” and “should haves” and it was draining me dry.
One Tuesday morning, I was just scrolling, not really looking for anything specific, just trying to distract myself from the endless loop of my own thoughts. And then I saw it, “Get Your Virgo Forecast (Deborah B. Weekly).” Now, I’m not really one for horoscopes, never have been. I always kinda rolled my eyes at them, honestly. But something, maybe the sheer desperation of trying anything different, just made me click. I figured, “What’s the harm? It’s just words on a screen.”
My First Dive In
I clicked it, and there it was. A long piece, much more than just a couple of lines about “lucky colors” or “bad days for travel.” Deborah B. Weekly, she writes a detailed read. It talked about themes, energies, things to be aware of in the week ahead. My first reaction was, “Huh, okay, seems a bit more nuanced than the newspaper horoscopes.” I read my Virgo one, it mentioned something about unexpected communication and needing to reassess commitments. I thought, “Yeah, sure, sounds vague enough to apply to anyone.” I shrugged it off, closed the tab, and went back to my usual grind.
But then, later that week, something weird happened. An old colleague I hadn’t spoken to in years out of the blue shot me a text. Just a simple “Hey, how’s it going?” It threw me for a loop. And then, a project I’d been dragging my feet on at home, a commitment I’d made to myself months ago, suddenly felt urgent to untangle. I found myself sitting down that evening, really digging into why I hadn’t finished it, questioning if it was even the right path anymore. And just like that, the forecast popped back into my head. “Unexpected communication and needing to reassess commitments.” It was a tiny echo, but it resonated.
The next week, same thing. Tuesday rolled around, and I found myself typing in her name again. “Deborah B. Weekly Virgo.” I told myself it was just curiosity, or maybe a new weird habit. This time, the forecast talked about confronting an uncomfortable truth and the importance of setting boundaries. And wouldn’t you know it, I had a situation brewing with a family member that I’d been avoiding. A conversation I absolutely dreaded. But that forecast, it just sort of sat there in the back of my mind all week, whispering at me. It wasn’t telling me what to do, mind you. It was more like, “Hey, this energy is around. Are you going to notice it?”
The Shift in My “Practice”
That’s when my “practice” really started changing. I stopped just reading them passively. I started to use them as a prompt. Every Tuesday, I’d pull up her forecast, and instead of just scanning it, I’d really sit with it. I’d read my Virgo one, and then I’d ask myself:
- “What’s been happening this past week that aligns with these themes?”
- “What might I encounter this coming week that could play into this?”
- “Are there any decisions I’m facing that these insights could shed light on?”
It wasn’t about believing it was telling my future exactly. It was more about using it as a mirror, a way to frame my own experiences and feelings. Like a little weekly check-in, but with a different angle than just my own internal dialogue. It gave me a framework to reflect on my week, to notice patterns I might otherwise miss.
There was one specific forecast, months into this habit, that really stands out. I was at a crossroads with my job. I was deeply unhappy, feeling undervalued, but the fear of stepping into the unknown was paralyzing. I kept telling myself, “It’s stable, don’t rock the boat.” That week, Deborah B. wrote about a major release, an ending to one cycle and the beginning of another, and the necessity of trusting your gut instinct even when logic screams caution. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t about waiting for a sign from the universe; it was about recognizing that the “sign” was already inside me, screaming to get out. It put into words the exact feeling of being on the precipice, and the gentle but firm push to trust myself. It spoke directly to that heavy “what’s next?” feeling I started with.
That week, I started updating my resume. I started networking. I started having those scary, honest conversations with myself. It wasn’t easy, far from it. There were days I wanted to crumple up and hide. But having that weekly touchstone, that little external nudge from Deborah B.’s words, it just kept me going. It made me feel like I wasn’t just blindly flailing, but that there was some underlying rhythm, some kind of flow, that I could tap into if I just paid attention.
Eventually, I did leave that job. Found something completely different, something I’m actually passionate about. And it wasn’t because a horoscope told me to. It was because those forecasts, week after week, slowly chipped away at my skepticism and opened me up to a different way of looking at my own life. They didn’t make the decisions for me, but they sure as hell helped me get comfortable with making them myself.
So yeah, Deborah B. Weekly. I still check it every Tuesday. It’s become a trusted part of my routine. It’s not about magic, for me anyway. It’s about reflection, about prompting deeper thought, and sometimes, just sometimes, getting a little confirmation that you’re not entirely crazy for feeling what you feel, or for wanting what you want. It’s my little weekly dose of cosmic contemplation, and it’s been surprisingly grounding.
