The Week I Finally Listened to the Stars (Or Maybe Just Common Sense)
I’ve been tracking these weekly forecasts for ages. Honestly, it’s mostly just a routine now—grab a coffee, open the site, skim the Virgo section. Usually, it’s all that flowery “align your chakras” stuff or “a new acquaintance may appear.” Total garbage, most of the time.
But this week was different. The title straight up promised a Major Financial Insight! and when I actually read the text, it wasn’t about a lottery win or a surprise bonus. Nope. It was pointed. Brutal, even. It just kept hammering home this one theme about “painful necessary liquidation” and “chopping the dead weight.” I read it three times. It felt like it was staring right at my biggest, dumbest mistake.
The practice wasn’t just reading it. The practice was obeying it. I decided right there, coffee still hot, that I was going to follow through on the most painful thing I owned.
My Stupid Money Pit
For the last couple of years, I’ve been holding onto this old, crappy investment—a tiny, beat-up rental property two states over. It’s been nothing but a drain. I mean, literally. Every month, a new horror show:
- Tenant calls about a busted pipe.
- Tax bills suddenly doubled.
- A raccoon infestation that cost three grand to fix.
Every single one of my friends, my accountant, even my mother, told me to just sell the damn thing and cut my losses. But I had sunk so much time and cash into the supposed “future passive income” that I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Pride, I guess. I kept pumping in money for repairs, hoping the market would turn. It just kept eating my funds.
When the forecast screamed “necessary liquidation,” I took it as a sign. I called the realtor I’d been dodging for six months. I told her, “List it now. Lowest price we can swallow. I want it gone by the end of the week.” It felt like ripping off a huge bandage. It hurt like hell to take that loss on paper.
The Universe Kicks In
I signed the final sales papers four days later. I got the wire transfer, which was far less than I hoped for, but at least it was clean cash. I felt relief, sure, but also stupid for losing so much.
Then, the very next morning, the real punch landed. My boss called me into the office. I walked in, expecting a standard project review.
Instead, he told me that due to some internal restructuring, my entire department was being outsourced. Not fired, but my salary structure was getting sliced in half if I wanted to stay, effective immediately. Half. With no warning. This was my main source of income, the one keeping everything afloat.
I felt the blood drain from my face. Panic hit me instantly. I needed that full paycheck. I needed stability. I needed to move fast.
But then I looked at the bank balance. The money from the property sale, the “painful necessary liquidation,” was sitting there. It wasn’t a huge pile, but it was enough to cover six months of my core expenses without that paycheck being whole. Six full months to calmly find a new, better-paying job instead of jumping into some terrible gig out of desperation.
If I had wasted another month trying to fix the leaky porch or replace the terrible oven in that stupid rental, that money would have been gone. I would have been stuck, completely sunk, forced to take whatever low-ball offer my old company was throwing at me.
The forecast wasn’t magic, and the stars didn’t write me a check. But reading that stupid little paragraph gave me the necessary, painful shove to take action that saved my skin the very next week. The lesson isn’t about astrology; it’s about forcing yourself to do the thing you know you should do before life forces your hand. And that, right there, was the real financial insight I banked.
