Okay, so let’s break down why my love life back in 2017 actually clicked – especially wild for a Virgo like me who usually overthinks everything. Honestly, I started poking around at this when an old pal asked, ‘Yo, how come 2017 felt smooth with dating for you?’ Felt like digging up a time capsule.
Getting the Puzzle Pieces Together
First, I hauled out my dusty 2017 journal – you know, the Moleskine one with coffee stains. Scrolled through Instagram archives too, cringing at some old posts but hunting for clues. Noticed patterns popping up: pics from chill coffee dates, screenshots of stupid-funny texts, even some scribbles about feeling ‘weirdly relaxed’. That became my raw data dump.
Sat at my kitchen table with highlighters – color-coded entries. Pink for romance vibes, blue for me-time stuff, yellow for arguments (surprisingly few that year). Started noticing connections. Like, every time I journaled about hiking solo on weekends, boom, next entry was about a fun date night. Sketchy, right?
Spilling the 5 Real Reasons It Worked
After cross-checking journal rants with calendar notes, five things kept punching me in the face:
- Stopped micromanaging dates. My Virgo brain usually plans dates like military ops. In 2017? Nah. Remember scribbling ‘Wing it’ on a sticky note stuck to my laptop. One Tuesday, ditched dinner reservations because they wanted tacos from a food truck. We ate messy carnitas on a park bench laughing. Felt human.
- Quit psychoanalyzing texts. Found actual proof – a June entry where I wrote: ‘Didn’t reply to their 3AM ‘u up?’ text. Went back to sleep. Zero regret.’ Game changer. No more spiral-diving into ‘What does ‘k’ mean?!’. Just… answered later like a normal person. Freed up brain space for actual life stuff.
- Kept my weird hobbies. Virgos often morph into the other person. My journal screamed otherwise that year. Like, forced myself to still hit pottery class every Thursday even when dating someone new. Made me less clingy. They’d ask what I was doing Thursday? ‘Sculpting a cursed-looking vase. See ya Friday.’ Worked stupidly well.
- Laughed more than I critiqued. Normally I’d clock bad grammar or cheesy jokes. 2017 me? Realized I’d saved dumb memes they sent instead of rolling my eyes. Example: they showed up wearing socks with sandals – classic. Instead of internally screaming, I cracked up and took a Snapchat story of our feet together. Way lighter vibe.
- Accepted the ‘good enough’ zone. Found a brutal October entry admitting: ‘No such thing as perfect timing. This will be messy.’ Instead of waiting for planets to align or careers to sync, just… let things breathe. Didn’t force labels in March, didn’t panic when schedules clashed. Just rolled with decent and human.
Wrapping up, this whole dive felt like decoding an accidental cheat sheet. Virgo 2017 wasn’t magic – just finally shutting off that constant control panel in my head. Proof? My journal’s last 2017 romance entry literally says: ‘Less spreadsheet, more stupid joy.’ Might need that tattooed.
