Man, May 2020. What a crazy time, right? Everything just felt… sideways. The world was shutting down, and honestly, my whole career felt like it was stuck in quicksand. I remember just waking up most days with this knot in my stomach, wondering what the hell was going to happen next.
I’d been chugging along at my job for a few years, nothing fancy, but it paid the bills and I was pretty good at it. Then, boom, the pandemic hit. All the projects at work started slowing down, clients got spooked, and the office atmosphere turned from buzzing to this weird, hushed anxiety. Rumors started flying around about layoffs, and every email from HR felt like a bomb waiting to drop.
I’m a Virgo, always been a bit of a worrier, and this period just amplified it tenfold. I was desperately searching for something, anything, to give me a clue about what was coming. I scrolled through news, then LinkedIn, then just plain old Google. That’s when I stumbled onto it: some article titled “Virgo Career May 2020: Horoscope Guide.”
Now, usually, I’m not one for horoscopes. I’d always thought it was a bit of a laugh, something you’d skim in a magazine while waiting at the checkout. But man, I was feeling so lost and vulnerable back then that I clicked on it. Why not, right? What harm could it do?
I remember reading through it, eyes scanning for any glimmer of hope. It talked about “unexpected opportunities,” “new beginnings,” and needing to be “open to change” that month. It even mentioned something about a “long-held desire finally taking shape.” I scoffed at parts of it, thinking, “Yeah, right, like a new job is just gonna fall into my lap during a global crisis.” But another part of me, the part that was just plain scared, actually kinda latched onto it. What if it was true? What if I just needed to believe it to make something happen?
So, I started small. Instead of just wallowing in my panic, I decided to take a few baby steps. The horoscope mentioned “new beginnings,” so I figured, okay, maybe I should at least look like I’m ready for one. I pulled out my old resume, which hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and started giving it a serious overhaul. I tidied up the formatting, punched up some of the descriptions of my past work, and generally made it look presentable. It felt like a really dumb thing to do when the world was burning, but it gave me something to do, you know?
Then, the “unexpected opportunities” part stuck in my head. I started paying more attention to casual conversations. A former colleague, someone I hadn’t really spoken to in ages, posted something on social media about needing some freelance help with a new venture. Normally, I’d just scroll past, thinking I was too busy with my current job or that it wasn’t my thing. But because of that stupid horoscope, I shot them a message. Just a quick, “Hey, saw your post, curious to hear more.” It was a tiny seed I planted, not expecting anything, just following that weird guide’s prompt.
May rolled on, and the reality of my actual job situation continued to tank. The rumors weren’t just rumors anymore. Meetings became more serious, faces more grim. The “new beginnings” the horoscope spoke of felt more like “forced endings.” I was still updating my resume, still chatting with that old colleague, but a big part of me was just bracing for the inevitable. And then, it happened. Mid-May, I got the call. They were “restructuring.” I was out. Laid off. It sucked. It felt like the floor had just dropped out from under me, despite all my horoscope-inspired “preparations.”
I remember feeling so defeated. All that positive thinking, all that effort trying to align with some celestial prediction, and here I was, unemployed. I actually felt a bit silly for even entertaining the horoscope idea. For a few days, I just moped around, feeling sorry for myself.
But then, that former colleague called back. Turns out, the “freelance help” they needed was actually pretty substantial. They’d secured some funding and were looking to expand their small team. My experience, even though it wasn’t a perfect fit, was good enough for them to take a chance. We talked for a couple of hours, and by the end of the week, I had an offer. It wasn’t my old job, not by a long shot. It was a completely different industry, a totally new kind of role, and honestly, a bit of a leap of faith for me.
And that’s when it hit me. That horoscope, as ridiculous as it seemed, had actually nudged me. It didn’t magically give me a job, of course. But by talking about “new beginnings” and “unexpected opportunities,” it kinda made me open my eyes and my mind to things I might’ve otherwise dismissed. It made me do something when I felt like doing nothing. It wasn’t the “new beginning” at my old place that I might have secretly hoped for, but it was absolutely a new beginning for me.
Looking back now, years later, I don’t check my Virgo career horoscope every month before making big decisions. That whole experience didn’t turn me into a full-blown astrology believer. But it definitely taught me something important. Sometimes, when you’re in a tough spot and feeling paralyzed, any little spark of an idea, even if it comes from something you usually dismiss, can get you moving. It gave me a framework to look for signs, even if I was just creating those signs myself by being more proactive. It got me ready to catch a lifeline, even when I wasn’t sure what that lifeline would look like. It showed me that sometimes, you gotta trust a little nudge, no matter how weird the source, to help you make your own luck.
