I recently decided to drag out that old, dusty 2019 Virgo love horoscope and review it now. Five years later. Why on earth would I do that? Because I hit a wall in my current relationship situation, and I needed to figure out if I was just making terrible decisions or if the universe had me pegged all along.
The whole practice started about three weeks ago when I was cleaning out my old storage unit. I stumbled upon a half-dead laptop I hadn’t booted up since 2020. I plugged it in, praying the battery wasn’t completely fried, and sifted through the files. That’s when I found the screenshot: the whole 2019 love prediction, saved from some random online mystic I used to follow before I wised up.
The Retrieval and Initial Scan
My first task was just to read the damn thing again. It was typical astrology fluff. It promised “major romantic shifts” and warned against “holding onto attachments that no longer serve your growth.” It also mentioned a powerful connection manifesting in the late summer, possibly involving someone from my past social circle.
I grabbed a notepad and started mapping out my actual 2019 timeline next to the prediction points. This was the practice: a side-by-side comparison of ethereal prediction versus messy reality.
- January – March: Prediction said “Internal reflection and self-improvement focus.” Reality check: I spent January trying to fix my broken fridge, and March dealing with a nasty work layoff. Love life was zero. Did the prediction succeed? Maybe the “self-improvement” was forced upon me by unemployment. I wrote down: Partial hit.
- April – June: Prediction talked about “meeting someone influential at a networking event.” Reality check: I met Jane at a stupid corporate mixer in May. She was definitely influential—she got me an interview for my next gig. But romantically? We had one awkward coffee date and then she ghosted. I wrote down: Proximity hit, romantic failure.
The Late Summer Disaster and The Realization
The part that really had me interested was the late summer prediction: “A deep, soul-level connection forms, perhaps with someone you previously overlooked.”
I remembered 2019 vividly because that summer was chaos. I dated three people in rapid succession. I swore off dating entirely in August. But then, in September, I ran into Mark.
Now, Mark was definitely someone from my “past social circle.” We knew each other in college. He reached out after seeing my name pop up on a mutual friend’s social media. We started talking, then met up, and things got intense quickly. I thought this was it. This was the “soul connection” the prediction had screamed about. We spent the whole fall together.
The rest of the prediction, though, was vague. It ended with: “This relationship will necessitate a major life change by year-end.”
Did it? Yes, absolutely. But not the way I expected.
Mark turned out to be a total nightmare. He had major commitment issues I refused to see until November. We had a massive blow-up right before Christmas. I found out he was still talking to his ex. I ended it right there, December 23rd. The “major life change” wasn’t moving in together or starting a new chapter; it was the major change of finally kicking out someone who was actively making my life worse.
The Conclusion: Success or Failure?
I stared at my notes, messy with red ink and scribbles. I compared the lofty, vague promises to the actual, gritty details of heartbreak and job hunting. I had to admit, the prediction didn’t technically “fail.” It just misrepresented the feeling.
It promised a soul connection, and I found one—but it was a connection that had to be broken for my own sanity. It promised growth, and I only grew because I had to fight my way out of a relationship that was trapping me. The astrologer didn’t see the drama; they only saw the outcome.
The real success of the practice wasn’t proving astrology right. It was proving my own resilience. I learned that the predictions don’t happen to you; you live them out, usually in the messiest way possible. I had to confront the fact that I wasted three months with Mark because I believed a piece of fluff on the internet that promised him to me.
My current situation? It looks a lot clearer now. I stopped waiting for some universal sign and started focusing on the things I can actually control. The stars might align, but you still have to do the heavy lifting yourself. I tossed that old screenshot right after finishing the notes. I don’t need a 2024 prediction; I just need to keep practicing good decision-making.
