Man, so I stumbled across this whole “Pisces Moth born month” thing a while back, and let me tell you, it really got me thinking. I usually don’t get into all that astrological mumbo jumbo or whatever, but something about this just felt… different. It wasn’t about your regular zodiac sign or anything; it was more about digging into your own feelings and memories associated with different times of the year, trying to find a hidden pattern, almost. Like, what month just feels like you, deep down?
I remember seeing someone post about it on some random forum late one night. They were talking about how some months just resonate with certain people, almost like a spiritual birth month, unrelated to when you actually popped out. And they used this “Pisces Moth” metaphor – like a creature that only really shows itself in its truest form during that month, when you’re most authentic. Sounded a bit out there, right? But hey, I was bored, and frankly, a bit lost at the time, so I figured, why not give it a shot?
My first step was just to grab a calendar and a pen. Yeah, old school. I started going through each month, one by one, from January all the way to December. For each month, I just jotted down the very first few words or feelings that came to mind. No overthinking, just raw gut reactions. Was it a month of fresh starts? Of cozy nights? Of feeling overwhelmed? Of pure joy? I didn’t care if it made sense, just wrote it down.
Then, I moved onto personal events and memories. I thought about all the really significant things that had happened in my life. Not just big, dramatic stuff, but also quiet, pivotal moments. When did I have that sudden realization about a job? When did I meet someone who changed my perspective? When did I feel like I finally understood something important about myself? I started marking those dates down, even if I only vaguely remembered the month.
This part was a bit messy, honestly. My memory isn’t perfect, and I kept having to cross things out or add things in. It was like sifting through a dusty old attic in my brain. I even asked my mom about a few vague dates, like “Hey, remember that summer when I really got into drawing?” or “What month was it when Aunt Carol moved away?” She helped fill in some blanks, bless her heart.
After that, I started looking for patterns and recurring themes. This was the fun part, or at least, the part where things started to click. I went back to my list of feelings and memories for each month. Were there certain emotions that popped up more in, say, April? Or a particular kind of challenge that often arose in November? I circled words, drew arrows, made little notes to myself. It was less about logic and more about intuition, you know? Just seeing what felt connected.
I noticed some months were clearly associated with feeling new energy, like a push to start something. Other months felt heavy, like a time for deep thought or even a bit of melancholy. And some months just felt… right. Like a warm blanket, or a burst of sunshine. It wasn’t always the same every year, but there was a consistent vibe for each month, through my own unique lens.
Finally, I had to make the call. After all that scribbling and remembering, one month just shone brighter than the rest. For me, it was July. It wasn’t my birth month, not even close. But looking at everything I’d written down, July consistently showed up as a month of unexpected shifts, intense personal growth, and a feeling of powerful, quiet transformation. It was when I felt most like myself, or perhaps, most capable of becoming myself, despite all the noise.
Why did I even bother with all this? Well, like I said, I was a bit lost. Back then, I was stuck in a job that I absolutely hated. I mean, despised it. Every day felt like a drag. I’d wake up, go to work, come home, stare at the ceiling, and then do it all again. It wasn’t just boring; it felt like it was literally sucking the life out of me. My energy was gone, my creativity was gone, even my sense of humor felt like it had packed its bags and left.
My partner kept telling me to find something else, but I just couldn’t see a way out. I felt trapped, like I’d made my bed and now I had to lie in it forever. One evening, after a particularly soul-crcrushing day, I was just scrolling aimlessly online, feeling sorry for myself, when I landed on that forum post about “Pisces Moth born months.” It sounded like pure nonsense at first, but something about the idea of finding your true month, your authentic self, just snagged my attention.
I started digging into it, not with any real expectation, but just as a distraction from my misery. As I went through the months, listing feelings and recalling memories, it slowly became clear that a lot of my most significant, life-altering decisions – the ones that felt scary but ultimately freeing – had happened in July. It wasn’t planned; it was just how it shook out. Like that time I decided to quit a toxic band, or when I finally decided to move across the country for an opportunity no one else believed in. Those moments, looking back, were all July.
And so, when July came around that year, armed with this weird new insight, I felt this strange surge of courage. It wasn’t like a magic spell, but it was like I had given myself permission to feel that courage. I ended up putting in my notice at that awful job, without a solid plan B, which was totally unlike me. It was terrifying, absolutely, but also exhilarating. And honestly, it turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made, opening up a whole new path for me that actually aligned with who I am.
I guess it just goes to show, sometimes you gotta dive into the weird stuff to find what you’re really looking for. And sometimes, your “Pisces Moth born month” isn’t just about some arbitrary date; it’s about reconnecting with the part of you that knows best, the part that’s ready to fly when the time is right.
