How This Mess Started
So this week felt like wading through mud. Nothing going right. Then I saw folks online buzzing about this Virgo Weekly thing by Michele Knight. Promises about making decisions easier and good luck with money stuff. Yeah, right. Needed some hope I guess. Or maybe just something to blame.
Here’s what I actually did:
- Monday Morning Setup: Pulled up Michele Knight’s Virgo Weekly on my phone right after that third coffee. Felt kinda silly, honestly. Said something about “communication flowing” and “financial opportunities knocking.” Sounded nice, sure. Made a note in my phone: “Track comms & $$ chances. See if BS.”
- Wednesday Decision Check: Big meeting day. Supposedly “ideal timing” according to the stars. Felt more like running headfirst into a wall trying to get people to agree on anything. That “clear communication”? Nope. People talked in circles for an hour straight. My main “opportunity” was finding half a stale donut in the break room.
- Friday Finance Fun: Awaited that “knocking” opportunity. Instead, my dumb coffee machine broke. Fixed it? Fifty bucks down the drain. Then got an email about a freelance gig cancellation. Actual money that went away. Knocking alright. Knocking me backwards.
- Saturday Reflection Debacle: Sat down with my sad phone notes and the Virgo Weekly words. Compared them side-by-side like some desperate detective. “Increased social connections”? I yelled at a delivery guy for leaving my package in the rain. “Inner harmony”? My cat puked on my favorite pillow.
So… Was It Accurate?
Accurate? Buddy, it was about as useful as a chocolate teapot. My life did the exact opposite of what it promised nearly every single point. The “opportunities” felt like traps. The “good timing” turned into scheduling nightmares. And that “harmony”? Pure chaos.
It felt less like guidance and more like cheap fortune cookies cranked out by a tired robot. Random words mixed with glitter. Paid attention? Yeah. Helped? Made me feel dumber for trying. Waste of mental energy chasing sparkly predictions that meant nothing.