Man, 2017, what a ride. Honestly, that year was just a blur of figuring stuff out, feeling like I was just floating along, you know? I was at this point where I felt pretty lost, just not sure what the hell I was doing with my life. Bills were piling up, that dream job felt a million miles away, and my whole routine was just a mess. I needed something, anything, to latch onto, some kind of signpost in all that chaos.
That’s when I really started looking at those horoscopes. Not just a casual glance, but like, I was really into it. I’m a Pisces, born in March, so those weekly readings? I was glued. Every Sunday evening, I’d be there, phone in hand, waiting for that “Pisces horoscope next week 2017!” to pop up. I’d read it, then reread it, trying to pull meaning out of every single line, trying to fit my messy life into those vague predictions.
Chasing the Stars, or Just My Own Head?
I remember one specific week in late summer, maybe August or September. Things were feeling extra tight. I’d just had a big argument with someone important, money was super low, and I was feeling pretty down about my whole career path. That week’s horoscope, the “Pisces horoscope next week 2017” for that particular week, it said something like, “Expect a clear-out. Let go of what no longer serves you. New paths emerge from unexpected goodbyes.”
Now, my brain, you know how it works? I immediately jumped to the worst conclusions. “Clear-out”? Oh man, I thought, is my landlord gonna kick me out? Is this relationship finally gonna tank for good? Am I about to get fired from my crummy part-time gig? I spent the whole weekend before that week feeling super anxious, just bracing for impact, trying to guess which major part of my life was about to get “cleared out.”
I started preparing, almost. I:
- Stashed away every spare dime I had, just in case that “clear-out” meant sudden unemployment.
- Tried to have those “tough conversations” I’d been avoiding, thinking I needed to get ahead of the “goodbyes.”
- Even tidied up my apartment like crazy, half-expecting some kind of inspection or sudden need to move.
That Monday rolled around, and I was on high alert. Every phone call, every unexpected knock, I thought, “This is it, the clear-out!” But nothing. Tuesday, still nothing. Just the usual grind. By Wednesday, I was starting to feel a bit silly, but still on edge.
Then, it happened. Not a big dramatic goodbye, not a job loss, not a relationship implosion. You ready for this? My old, beat-up, literally falling-apart vacuum cleaner finally sputtered and died. Like, truly gone. I’d had it for years, since college, and it had been on its last legs for months. It was a massive, clunky, inefficient beast. And suddenly, it was just… done. Kaput.
I stared at it, then at the dusty floor, and then, slowly, a tiny laugh bubbled up. “Let go of what no longer serves you.” My old vacuum cleaner! It truly, absolutely, unequivocally no longer served me. It was a clear-out, alright, but not the apocalyptic one I’d built up in my head. I had to go out and buy a new, much more compact and efficient one. It was a small, mundane goodbye, but it did open a “new path” – the path to a cleaner, less frustrating apartment, without that giant, dead machine taking up space. It was such a small thing, but it just hit me like a ton of bricks, man. All that anxiety, all that stress about cosmic interventions, and it was just about a busted appliance.
It was a weird moment of clarity. I realized then that I was taking these horoscopes, these vague little prompts, and I was projecting all my fears and hopes onto them. I was looking for a pre-written script for my life, when really, life just keeps happening, often in these totally normal, unglamorous ways. That whole “Pisces horoscope next week 2017!” thing, it became less about precise predictions and more about a prompt for introspection. It made me look at things differently, even if the “clear-out” was just about getting rid of old junk. It made me realize that I was always going to interpret these things through the lens of whatever chaos was going on in my head, not necessarily what the stars were actually “saying.” It didn’t stop me from checking them, nope, but it definitely changed how I read them. It put the power back in my own hands, even if it was just about buying a new vacuum cleaner.
