Okay, so I saw this June horoscope thing for Virgos floating around online. Typical vague stuff like “career opportunities knock” and “self-care is essential.” You know how it is. But last week felt rough, so I figured, screw it, why not? Let me actually try following whatever cosmic advice they’re shoveling this month. Worst case, I waste some time.
The Setup Phase
First, I dug into the main points:
- Career luck: Supposedly tied to “bold networking.” Horoscopes love that word – “bold.”
- Financial tip: Review budgets mid-month when Mercury does… something. Space poetry.
- Self-care: Grounding rituals like walks or tea. Basic Pinterest stuff.
Grabbed a notebook, labeled it “June Virgo Experiment.” Felt ridiculous writing that.
Putting It to Work
Monday: Forced myself to message three old coworkers I’d ignored for months. “Bold networking,” right? Sent awkward “hey how’s life?” texts. One replied instantly with a job lead – some project needing freelance help. Legit coincidence? Probably. But fine, horoscope 1, me 0.
Wednesday: Tried the “grounding” crap. Brewed fancy peppermint tea, sat on my fire escape barefoot at 7 AM pretending to “absorb Earth’s energy.” Mostly just got cold toes. BUT did feel less frazzled that morning. Could’ve been the caffeine.
Mid-Month: Mercury’s “peak budgeting day” landed on the 15th. Actually opened my banking app – first time since April. Realized I’d paid $12.99/month for some forgotten meditation app. Canceled it instantly. Ten minutes later, refund hit my account. Score one for Mercury’s timing.
The Verdict
Weirdly, stuff kinda… clicked? The freelance gig materialized. Saved cash ditching that app. Morning air helped my stress even if the “ritual” felt silly. Would I chalk it up to stars aligning? Nah. More like horoscopes just guilt-tripped me into doing obvious shit I avoided: reconnecting, checking finances, touching grass.
So yeah, June’s “luck” feels manufactured. But if slapping a cosmic label on basic responsibility gets me results? Hell, I’ll take it. Virgo stubbornness, maybe. Or just common sense dressed up in glittery astrology jargon.
