So, here we go. We’re finally diving into something I kept totally locked down for ages: the September 2021 Virgo Career Horoscope review. Yeah, I know. Horoscopes? Sounds like total BS, right? Trust me, I was the biggest skeptic. But 2021 was a blur, work-wise. I was spinning plates and felt like I was getting nowhere fast. I needed a new direction, but I was too burnt out to even figure out which way was up.
I remember sitting there back in August 2021, probably having too much coffee, and scrolling through some nonsense when I saw this Virgo career prediction pop up. I’m a Virgo, so I clicked it. It was one of those really vague things, talking about Saturn squaring some other planet—I don’t even remember the details, I sure didn’t write them down. But the main takeaway was this:
Tracking the Prediction: Process and Initial Results
The Horoscope Vibe: They were saying September was going to be about a major structural realignment. It was the month to “purge the deadwood” and “demand your worth.” Real flowery stuff. It specifically mentioned that a significant financial opportunity tied to an established relationship would either materialize or suddenly end, forcing a new path.
I initially laughed. Purge deadwood? My entire job felt like deadwood. Demand my worth? I couldn’t even get my boss to respond to an email. But something clicked. I decided to treat this like one of my weird personal productivity experiments. I committed to tracking every single interaction and decision I made in my main gig and my side hustles against this goofy prediction.
I literally opened up a private draft on an old note app and started logging. It wasn’t sophisticated. It was just a daily log, almost like:
- Sept 1: Fought with Susan from Accounting again. Deadwood? Maybe.
- Sept 8: Got an inquiry from the Johnson project—a client I’ve worked with for 5 years. Established relationship. Interesting.
- Sept 15: Asked for a review (to ‘demand my worth’). Boss said “We’ll chat next quarter.” Total cop-out.
And so on. I kept at it for the entire month, just dumping these fragments of my crappy work life into this tracking file. Looking back now, the predictions weren’t accurate in the straight-up, lottery-winning sense. I didn’t get a promotion. I didn’t suddenly land a six-figure contract. The job structure didn’t magically fix itself. But the overall mood of the month—the pressure to change—was spot on. I was basically vibrating with frustration the whole time.
The Big Wins: Where the Wheels Fell Off (and Spun Forward)
The horoscope had focused on something ending or something starting in an established relationship. I figured that meant my long-time side client, Johnson, would either give me a new mega-contract or ditch me. Neither happened. The real shocker, the actual “realignment,” came from a completely different direction, and this is where the real story is—and why I was so desperate for some cosmic guidance in the first place.
I was working for a truly miserable company. Toxic is too kind of a word. The main reason I was obsessively tracking the horoscope was because I had completely lost my nerve to just quit. I needed an external push. I needed to believe something big was coming to justify making the scary jump.
It was on September 28th, not long after my boss brushed off my review request. I had been working on this massive presentation for weeks, probably put in 80 hours in 7 days. I was done, totally fried. I sent the final deck at 11:30 PM. I woke up the next morning to an email—not from my boss, but from an HR drone—saying I hadn’t logged enough hours that week. They didn’t even acknowledge the deck. They just accused me of slacking off.
I was so tired, I didn’t even yell. I didn’t write some professional resignation. I just stood up, walked over to my home office computer, opened a new email to my boss and HR, and typed out four words: “I quit. Effective immediately.” Then I hit send and closed the lid on the laptop. Done. Zero notice. The immediate, final break that the horoscope was talking about? That was it. That was my ‘purge the deadwood’ moment, initiated by pure, unadulterated fury.
It was terrifying. I was sitting there, heart pounding, thinking, “I just ruined my life over an email.” But that move—that raw, messy, unprofessional resignation—was the Big Win. It forced me to take the Johnson client and several other smaller side gigs seriously. It made me call up people I hadn’t talked to in years. It pushed me into starting my own little consulting framework.
The subsequent months, the actual financial opportunity the stars vaguely talked about, materialized not as a direct reward from my old life, but as a direct result of me destroying it. I was forced to forge a new structure, exactly like the prediction said. So was the Virgo career horoscope accurate? Hell no. But was the act of tracking it, and the underlying desperation that made me look for answers in the stars, the catalyst for the single best, messiest, most liberating career move I ever made? Absolutely. I’ve been running my own show ever since. Sometimes you just need an external excuse to light the match yourself.
