Alright, so this whole Virgo rising thing… honestly, started ‘cause my life felt like a damn hurricane hit it. Papers everywhere, late for stuff constantly, just feeling scattered. Saw some astrology junk about Virgo risings being organized and practical. Figured, “Why the hell not try acting like that? Can’t be worse.” Let me walk ya through what I actually did.
The Starting Point: Pure Chaos
Opened my eyes one Tuesday morning – total mess. Dishes piled up like Mount Everest in the sink, work deadlines breathing down my neck, couldn’t even find my keys. Classic. Felt like screaming into a pillow. That “Virgo rising” idea popped back in my head. Fine. If it means getting my crap together, I’ll pretend to be one. Step one: admit defeat. My place was a disaster zone, my schedule nonexistent.
The Brutal Honesty Stage
Said it out loud: “I suck at keeping things orderly.” Not some deep meditation, just stood in my messy kitchen and admitted it. That kinda freed me up. Didn’t need to be perfect, just needed to act like someone who values it. Grabbed a crappy notebook – didn’t even buy a fancy one. Started writing down the stupidly obvious stuff I always forgot:
- Take bins out ON bin night, not 3 days later smelling like death.
- Pay bills the DAY I get the email, not after 3 reminder texts.
- Put the damn keys on the hook BY THE DOOR. Revolutionary.
That list felt embarrassingly basic. But hey, it was a start.
Building Tiny Habits (No Zen Here)
Didn’t try overhauling my soul overnight. Just picked tiny actions tied to existing routines:
- After brushing teeth? Wipe down the damn bathroom sink. Took two minutes.
- Opened my work laptop? First, check the damn calendar for meetings TODAY. Seriously, stopped missing two.
- Finished eating? Put the plate DIRECTLY in the dishwasher. No letting it fester.
It felt robotic. Annoying sometimes. But it worked. Slowly. There was no magic “Virgo” switch flipping. Just less tripping over shoes left in the hallway.
The “Noticing the Clutter” Thing
Weirdly, doing those little bits made me notice other crap more. Like, really notice it. That pile of mail became unbearable instead of background noise. So one Saturday afternoon, fueled by coffee, I went medieval on it:
- Smashed the junk mail into recycling.
- Sorted the important stuff into a cheap folder (bills, medical junk, tax papers).
- Made a donation bag for clothes I hadn’t touched in a year.
Felt physically lighter afterward. Didn’t feel like a “trait,” just felt like finally clearing the damn decks.
Where It Stands Now
Am I some hyper-organized Virgo rising poster child? Hell no. My garden still looks like crap. But the basics? They run smoother. Keys are usually found. Bills get paid. The sink isn’t a biohazard. Did I fundamentally become a different person? Nah. But borrowing that practical, “just deal with it” vibe from the Virgo rising idea? That helped. It wasn’t about being a Virgo rising; it was about stealing their most useful coping mechanism to clean up my own mess. Simple as that.
