Man, so this whole Pisces Full Moon thing, right? I heard it was coming up, like, a few weeks back when I was just idly scrolling through some stuff. Didn’t really pay it much mind at first. I mean, moons, stars, whatever, they’re always doing their thing. But then, as the week started rolling, I just felt… different. Couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but things just seemed a bit off-kilter, you know?
I usually wake up feeling pretty solid, ready to tackle the day. But last week, leading up to the full moon, it was like my brain was still half in a dream. I’d pull myself out of bed, drag my feet to the coffee machine, and just feel this weird fog lingering. It wasn’t sadness, not exactly. More like everything was muffled. Like trying to listen to someone talk through a thick blanket.
I started noticing it in my work too. I usually bang out tasks pretty quick, get things done. But last week? Every email felt like a whole novel to write. Every decision, even small ones, felt heavy. I’d sit there staring at the screen, just kinda blank, losing track of what I was even supposed to be doing. My focus, which is usually pretty sharp, just decided to go on vacation without me.
So, I thought, “Alright, what the heck is going on?” I remembered that whole Pisces Full Moon chatter and figured, maybe there’s something to it. I’m not usually one for all that woo-woo stuff, but hey, when your brain feels like it’s swimming in Jell-O, you start looking for answers anywhere. I decided to actually pay attention this time, to see what was really happening to me during this supposed “impact.”
Tracking the Weirdness
First thing I did was just write stuff down. Nothing fancy, just a crumpled notebook I keep on my desk. Each morning, I’d jot down how I felt waking up. My usual scrawls started filling with words like “dreamy,” “fuzzy,” “unclear,” “emotional.” Like, things I wouldn’t normally write. My dreams, usually a jumble I forget in five minutes, suddenly felt super vivid. I’d wake up and remember entire scenes, weird plots, conversations with people I haven’t thought about in years.
- Woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all, even after eight hours.
- Kept replaying old conversations in my head, over and over.
- Felt a pull to just zone out, stare into space, ignore responsibilities.
- Found myself getting way more emotional about small things, like a sad song on the radio or a slightly annoying email.
Then I tried to observe my interactions. Normally, I can keep a pretty even keel. If someone’s being a bit of a jerk, I can usually brush it off. But during this whole period, it was like my skin was super thin. Every little comment felt amplified. If a buddy said something a bit cutting, even in jest, it stung way more than it should. I found myself wanting to avoid people, to just retreat into my own little world. It was like I needed to protect myself from… well, from everything.
I also noticed a big shift in my creative output. I usually doodle a lot, just random sketches to clear my head. But around the full moon, my doodles got way more abstract, more watery, more flowing. Less sharp lines, more swirling shapes. It was kinda cool, actually, seeing my mood reflected right there on the paper without even trying.
I also found myself listening to a lot more music, especially stuff that was a bit melancholic or atmospheric. Normally, I’m all about upbeat tunes to get me pumped. But last week, I just wanted to sink into something mellow, something that mirrored that introspective, slightly dreamy vibe I had going on.
The Peak and the Aftermath
The night of the actual full moon was probably the weirdest. I couldn’t really sleep. Just tossed and turned. My mind was racing, but not with worries or to-dos. More like a flood of random thoughts and feelings, almost like memories that weren’t even mine. It was intense. I ended up just getting up, making some tea, and just sitting in the dark, watching the moon outside my window. Felt like I was soaking up all this extra energy, or something.
The next day, I felt totally drained, but also a little bit cleared out. Like a big emotional storm had passed. The fog started to lift a bit. My concentration slowly came back. The vivid dreams started to fade, going back to their usual hazy mess. It wasn’t an instant switch, more like a slow, gradual return to normal.
By the end of the week, I was feeling mostly like myself again. But the whole experience really stuck with me. It made me realize that even if you don’t believe in all the astrology stuff, there’s definitely something to these natural cycles affecting us. Or maybe it’s just a good excuse to slow down and listen to what your own body and mind are telling you. Either way, it was a real trip. I guess that’s the “impact” it had, on me personally, just noticing all that weird stuff and living through it. Who would’ve thought a full moon could really shake things up like that? Crazy.
