Okay, so today I finally dug out that old 2017 Virgo horoscope printout I kept stuffed in my journal. Figured it’d be fun to see how that year’s predictions actually lined up with what went down for me.
Getting Started
First thing I remember doing back in January 2017 was chugging coffee at my messy kitchen table. I hunted down this “Virgo 2017 Monthly Horoscope Predictions” thing online. Honestly? Just typed “Virgo 2017” into some random search bar. Skimmed a couple sites till one looked legit-ish, hit print – bam, ten pages flapping out of the printer.
The Setup Phase
Grabbed my trusty yellow highlighter – the one leaking ink all over my thumb – and started going page by page. Each month had sections like:
- Love & Relationships (always cringey)
- Career & Money (made me nervous)
- Health & Wellness (mostly ignored till April)
- Key Opportunities (sounded shiny)
My dumb ritual? I’d highlight anything super specific. Like July said: “A paperwork error will force a major financial decision.” Right under it, I scribbled in purple pen: “Tax stuff?? Watch bank fees.” Real professional, I know.
The Live Experiment
Stuck this stack in my granny’s old recipe box next to the fridge. Every month, first Saturday morning, I’d pull that month’s page. Read it while burning toast. Tried taking it seriously… for about three months.
Come March, it swore: “Sudden travel opens networking doors before the 15th.” Literally nothing happened. I drove to the DMV on the 14th to renew my license – zero doors opened unless you count the one to the waiting room.
August’s prediction was wild: “Unexpected inheritance reshapes your stability.” My excitement lasted until my aunt gifted me her ugly ceramic rooster collection. “Stability” came when I sold them at a flea market for $27.
The Crash & Burn
By October, I stopped checking the horoscope altogether. Why? Two reasons slapped me in the face:
- Everything felt like a guessing game phrased fancy. “Challenges bring growth”? Duh.
- Actual chaos – like my job suddenly moving offices – wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the stars. Just pure corporate nonsense.
December’s page stayed crisp and un-highlighted. Found it yesterday still tucked behind a coupon for expired yogurt.
Why I Kept The Damn Thing
Honestly? It’s a time capsule now. That year sucked – bad breakup, job stress, constant worry about rent. Flipping through these pages today? They read like bad fanfiction about my life. The “key insights” were about as useful as a chocolate teapot. But holding those coffee-stained papers… man, it’s proof I was grasping for any sign things might get better. Even if the universe’s memo got lost in the mail.
