Honestly, I never really cared about the stars much. My practice, the real work I put in, was always about numbers and concrete stuff. But then 2017 hit, and man, 2017 was a special kind of hell. I was living down in that tiny apartment near the rail yard, you know the one, constant noise, and my whole life felt like that damn train going off the tracks.
My relationship with Sarah was a total mess. Every day was like walking on broken glass. I was desperate for an answer, some kind of sign, anything to tell me what the hell to do next. I typed into a search bar, something stupid like, “Is this relationship over?” and somehow, I landed on that Virgo love horoscope for 2017. Why Virgo? Because that’s my sign. Why 2017? Because I was in it, drowning.
I remember sitting there, late one night, eating cold takeout, reading that whole thing like it was a legal document. Like the universe owed me a spoiler. The main thing it kept hitting on was about a “major relationship transformation” and “focusing inward to clear the path for a true partner.” It sounded nice, mystical, but I needed a straight answer: yes or no, stay or go. The stars weren’t talking straight to me, but I committed to the practice anyway.
My 2017 Virgo Love Log: The Reality Check
I decided to track it. Every little thing that happened, I cross-referenced it with that darn horoscope. It became an obsession, a weird kind of practical exercise, if you can call it that.
- January – March: The Emotional Reckoning Phase. The horoscope predicted “deep, necessary confrontations.” What actually happened? We fought, sure, but it wasn’t deep or necessary. It was loud, petty, mostly about whose turn it was to clean the mold behind the sink.
- April – July: The Self-Reflection Period. The stars said I’d find clarity when I dedicated time to my inner life. I tried meditation. I tried journaling. I ended up just sleeping more and watching reruns. The only clarity I got was that I needed to move out of that train-side hellhole.
- August – September: An Unexpected Meeting. This was the big one. The forecast promised someone “who challenges your previous perceptions.” Did I meet a soulmate? Hell no. I met a tow truck driver when my old beat-up wagon finally gave up the ghost on the highway. He challenged my perception of good customer service, that’s for damn sure.
- October – December: The New Path. The horoscope closed out with a promise of “solid foundations for the future.” Sarah and I finally split up, quietly. And the foundation I built? It was figuring out I could survive without a second income, just barely.
This is the real kicker, the shocking truth I realized. I kept focusing on that forecast, reading and rereading that damn 2017 chart for a solid year, desperately trying to map my life onto a vague prediction. But none of the big, life-changing stuff that happened that year had a damn thing to do with a conjunction or a retrograde.
I learned this because right in the middle of that “Self-Reflection Period,” my entire world got flipped upside down, nothing to do with Sarah or my inner peace. My older brother, the guy who raised me after my folks passed, he got himself into serious trouble out of state. I won’t go into the details, but it was bad. Real bad.
Suddenly, the Virgo 2017 love horoscope was the furthest thing from my mind. I had to pack a duffel bag, drain my savings, and catch the first bus north. I had to deal with lawyers, bail money, and the cold, hard realization that the only “foundation” that mattered was family, not some romantic partner. I spent three months up there trying to untangle his mess, sleeping on a busted couch, eating instant noodles. The whole time, I didn’t open the horoscope once.
When I finally got back, I was broke, exhausted, and the rail yard apartment was exactly where I left it, minus Sarah. The whole situation with her suddenly became simple. No stars, no transformation, no reckoning needed. Just gone. The problem wasn’t in the stars; the problem was I needed a massive, life-or-death distraction to finally get my priorities straight and see the wood for the trees.
What should you expect now? Don’t expect some mystical sign to fix your life. My advice, the practical record of my 2017 practice, is simple: when your life is a mess, look for the immediate, non-negotiable disaster and fix that first. That’s the only real prophecy that ever came true for me. The charts? They were just something I grabbed onto when I was too scared to face the actual heavy lifting. I stopped reading them the day I started driving that bus north. My new path was built on necessity and car trouble, not celestial alignment. That’s the honest record.
