Okay, so let’s talk about this little project I dumped on myself. Looking up a horoscope from years ago and seeing if it actually matched up. The title says it all: Virgo, July 2021. Why that specific month? You’ll see. It was a proper mess.
The Digging Process: Hunting Down the Past
First things first. I decided I wasn’t going to pull some cheap new-age-y crap. I wanted a major, reliable source. I opened up the browser and typed in the search terms. Took maybe five or six different tries, flipping through old magazine archives and dusty-looking blog posts. Most stuff just gives you the current month, which is useless for this experiment, right? I needed to travel back in time. I skipped over the sites that looked like they were selling cheap psychic readings every five seconds.
I finally landed on a couple of sites that had archived monthly predictions. It wasn’t easy; a lot of these online spaces purge their old content after a year. I grabbed the main themes from three different sources. This way, I was averaging the results, not just relying on one crazy person’s prediction. I copied and pasted the key takeaways into a simple document. I structured the data into three main buckets: Career/Money, Relationships/Family, and Health/General Mood. It felt a little like forensic accounting, honestly, but for cosmic advice.
The main points I compiled were pretty broad, as expected. But a few were strangely specific:
- Career/Money: A major change or decision is coming. Financial pressure peaks, but a new income stream opens up by the end of the month.
- Relationships/Family: Misunderstandings plague a close relationship. An old friend reappears, possibly bringing drama.
- Health/General Mood: Need to slow down and listen to your body. Travel is indicated, but it might be stressful.
The Big Reveal: Why July 2021?
This is where it all comes into sharp focus. Why did I pick out that specific time? Well, July 2021 was supposed to be my big shot. I had moved across the country for a job I thought was the perfect fit. I was finally getting out of that dead-end place I’d been stuck in for years. I had signed a lease on a swanky apartment, and I was ready to rock.
Then, the bottom completely fell out. Literally two weeks before I was supposed to start, the company I moved for got bought out by a major competitor. My entire department? Gone. The whole shebang. They sent a ridiculously impersonal email saying sorry, better luck next time. I was left high and dry in a new city with an empty apartment, an expensive lease I couldn’t break, and zero income coming in. I felt like a total idiot. I started drinking too much coffee and getting maybe four hours of sleep a night. Panic doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I spent the next three months just trying to survive. I burned through my savings faster than I could blink. I ate cereal for dinner every night and had maybe two panic attacks a week. I argued constantly with the friend who had encouraged me to move in the first place—that relationship definitely went through a massive stress test, mostly because I was acting like a total jerk from the pressure. Every single piece of advice they gave me, I took as a personal attack. We barely spoke for months.
I managed to secure a temporary remote gig by September, something totally outside my normal field, just to pay the rent. It was terrible pay, but it was enough to keep the wolf from the door until I finally clawed my way back into a decent place by the end of the year. That period was the defining crisis of my late twenties. I needed to know if some random magazine writer predicted my life implosion.
The Comparison: Total BS or Spooky Accurate?
So, I took my compiled points and compared them to the actual chaos of that summer and what that period eventually set up for my life now in 2025.
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Career/Money: “A major change or decision is coming. Financial pressure peaks, but a new income stream opens up by the end of the month.”
Verdict: Pretty accurate, actually. The change wasn’t one I chose (the job collapsing), but it was major. The financial pressure was extreme. And that new, terrible-paying remote gig did open up later, which was technically a new income stream. The timeline was off by about six weeks, but the spirit of the prediction was dead on. Spooky Point: +1
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Relationships/Family: “Misunderstandings plague a close relationship. An old friend reappears, possibly bringing drama.”
Verdict: The misunderstanding and plaguing part was dead on. Me and my buddy were tearing our hair out at each other. The stress was unreal. But the “old friend reappears” part? Never happened. My phone was silent unless it was a bill collector. It was a time of total isolation, not social reunions. Half Point: +0.5
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Health/General Mood: “Need to slow down and listen to your body. Travel is indicated, but it might be stressful.”
Verdict: “Slow down?” Mate, I was paralyzed with anxiety. I couldn’t speed up if I wanted to. My body was screaming at me from the terrible diet and stress. I was a wreck. The travel part—I had literally just moved across the country, which is the definition of stressful travel. I was still unpacking boxes in July. That one felt like a cheap shot, but I guess it technically fit. Maybe Point: +0.5
What I Realized Four Years Later
I look back at that whole situation now from my current stable desk in 2025, and I see things differently. That horoscope, whether by chance or by some cosmic jiggle, hit the mark on the big themes: major, unwelcome career shift, massive financial stress, and relationship tension. It didn’t make me rich, it didn’t solve my immediate problems, and I certainly didn’t listen to the “slow down” advice.
But here’s the kicker: The reason the job collapsed and I had to scramble for that terrible remote gig? That desperation job taught me a specific niche skill I never thought I’d need. That skill is the entire foundation of the small online consulting business I run today. I would have never learned it if I hadn’t been completely wiped out and forced to take that trash job. I hated every second of it at the time, but without that push, I would still be stuck in my old industry, hating my life and just coasting along.
The horoscope didn’t predict the outcome of that chaos, but it did predict the chaos itself. Turns out, sometimes a major life shock is the exact thing the universe needs to force your hand and get you moving in the direction you needed to go all along. I guess my job now is to just keep showing up and documenting the next mess I create.
