Man, 2024 has been one hell of a ride, especially if you’re a Pisces. Forget what those glossy magazine websites tell you about Jupiter transits and Neptune retrogrades. I don’t trust that fancy talk. I’m a practical guy. When I wanted to know the luckiest month for Pisces this year, I didn’t grab a crystal ball; I built a goddamn spreadsheet. You gotta roll up your sleeves and find the proof yourself, right?
My “practice” wasn’t some complex astrological charting. It was straight-up data logging. I rounded up a dozen people I know born under Pisces – friends, old colleagues, my cousin Leo (yeah, I know, I told him his sign was wrong, but he insisted on being in the pool), and a couple of folks I only talk to on a specific forum. My criteria for tracking was simple: Big Wins. Not just finding a five-dollar bill on the street. I was tracking things that change a month: promotions, unexpected windfalls (like a stock finally taking off), finally locking down that apartment, or meeting someone seriously life-changing.
The Messy Process: Building the Luck Tracker from Scratch
I started this whole thing back in January. I built a simple Google Sheet—no fancy formulas, just names down the side and months across the top. Every time one of my twelve “subjects” pinged me about something significant, I slapped a tally mark in their row for that month. I’m talking about pure, raw, subjective reality.
I kept this log updated weekly, which was a pain in the butt. I had to prod these people constantly, asking, “So, anything good happen this week? Did you feel lucky?” Most of them thought I was nuts, running some weird personal science experiment. Which, let’s be honest, I was. By the end of September, I had a sheet covered in tally marks, some months looking pathetic and others looking like confetti exploded.
But why go through all this effort? Why did I suddenly turn into a low-budget, data-logging astrologer? This is where the story gets rough, and why I had to find some sort of pattern in the chaos we call “luck.”
How I Got My Butt Kicked and Became a Believer in “Timing”
Last year, I got absolutely burned. Not just financially, but spectacularly. I had this great plan to flip an investment property up north. I poured every penny I had, plus a chunk I leveraged, into this place. The timing felt right—everyone was saying real estate was a lock. But then, the local zoning board suddenly pulled the rug out from under the whole area, right when I was about to close the resale deal. The buyer bailed, the market immediately froze up there, and I was left holding the bag. I mean, they didn’t just stop the project, they basically put a giant “DO NOT ENTER” sign on my portfolio.
I lost six figures. Six figures gone, just because the timing was maybe two weeks off. It was the kind of disaster that makes you question everything. I spent a month just sitting on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I could have been so blind. It wasn’t about being smart enough; I did the homework. It was about pure, dumb, cosmic timing.
I needed control, or at least the illusion of control. I realized that if the universe was going to screw me over based on an arbitrary schedule, I needed to learn that schedule. That’s why I started this project. It wasn’t about becoming a mystic; it was about quantifying the damn randomness so I never get slammed like that again. The Pisces project was my first attempt to map out when the “good” times actually hit people, based on real events, not just ancient texts I can’t even read.
The Data Speaks: Counting the Wins
After that nightmare, I figured, maybe the stars do have a schedule, and maybe I just need to track enough people to see the pattern emerge. So, after ten months of tracking those dozen Pisces subjects, I dumped all the numbers into a clean table. The pattern was undeniable. Some months were quiet, with only 2 or 3 Big Wins across the group. Then you had the months everyone predicted would be good, like the traditional Jupiter months, and they were… fine. Nothing spectacular.
But there was this one month that shot through the roof. It wasn’t April, it wasn’t June, and it wasn’t March (which, being the Pisces birth month, is what everyone usually guesses).
The clear, statistically dominant, luckiest month for my group of Pisces, the one where the most job offers were accepted, the biggest bonuses were banked, and the most pivotal life decisions were successfully made, was without a doubt:
- January: 4 Wins
- February: 5 Wins
- March (Pisces Season): 8 Wins (Decent, but expected)
- April: 5 Wins
- May: 7 Wins
- June: 6 Wins
- July: 11 Wins (Getting Warm)
- August: 5 Wins
- September: 4 Wins
- October: 15 Wins
- November: (Still tracking, but looking weak so far)
The Answer? It was October.
I know, right? October! Who the hell associates October with Pisces luck? It makes zero sense astrologically or seasonally. But the data doesn’t lie. My subjects had nearly double the Big Wins in October than in any other single month. I had three job promotions, two major payments cleared, and one of the guys hit a lottery number he’d been playing for years. All packed into October. I still don’t know why that month was so potent, but I’ve logged the proof. This whole mess showed me that the predicted calendar is often bullshit, and the real-life results are the only things that truly matter. Now I’m starting the tracking for the next sign, but that’s a different story.
