Look, I need to be straight with you: until 2023, I thought career horoscopes were just pure, unadulterated garbage. Like, total clickbait for folks who can’t get their own lives together. I was always the guy who scoffed at it. Give me data, give me an algorithm, give me code—not vague warnings about Mercury retrograde.
But 2022 was a flaming dumpster fire for my work life. Everything I touched turned to absolute crap. My big project? Stalled. My promotion? Given to some schmuck who just knew how to schmooze. I was logging 60 hours a week for a company that acted like I was invisible. I was sitting there, staring at the wall, thinking, “I need a sign from somewhere, even if it’s from some dusty old star chart.”
The Low Point That Made Me Consult the Cosmos
The turning point, the actual reason I went digging for the “2023 Pisces Career Forecast,” was a massive slap in the face. I had busted my ass for three months building a new internal reporting tool. It was finally finished, streamlined, and saving the company stacks of money. I felt good. I felt useful.
The day of the presentation to the execs, my manager—a total toolbag—stood up and gave a speech about “his vision” for the tool. Didn’t mention my name once. Not a single word. When I tried to interject with a technical detail, he shot me this look, this nasty, cold snake look, and said, “Let’s stick to the high-level strategy, shall we, [My Name]?”
I sat there, watching him take the credit and the applause, and it just broke me. I walked out right after the meeting, went home, and spent two hours on the couch just staring at the ceiling, feeling that familiar knot of rage and helplessness. My wife walked in and asked what was wrong, and I just mumbled, “I think I need a new job.”
I knew I couldn’t just quit. I had bills, a family to feed. But I also knew I couldn’t stay. That night, totally defeated, I typed “Pisces 2023 Career” into the search bar. Pathetic, I know, but I was out of rational ideas.
Putting the BS Forecast into Practice
I grabbed the full forecast—the one with all the confusing-sounding jargon. It wasn’t about “finding love” or “sudden riches.” It was actually pretty specific. I grabbed a notebook and I wrote down the main action items like they were my new project plan.
Here’s the stuff I pulled out and the action I took:
- The Forecast Said: “Jupiter’s influence encourages you to step into teaching or mentorship roles; your communication skills are amplified.”
My Action: I immediately reached out to a few friends who were struggling with their own side projects. I spent a few evenings just showing them how I organized my workflow. Didn’t charge them anything. Just did it. It felt amazing to be the expert for once, instead of the ignored grunt.
- The Forecast Said: “The latter half of the year demands a radical reorganization of your daily routine and a clear boundary with draining figures.”
My Action: This was the easy one. My manager was the draining figure. I started doing the bare minimum for him. No more 60-hour weeks. I clocked in, did my duties, and clocked out. I completely stopped taking his calls after 5:00 PM. I set a boundary and watched him sputter over it. I also deleted three different time-wasting apps from my phone.
- The Forecast Said: “Embrace Water-Sign creativity; look toward industries involving healing, visual arts, or non-profit work for unexpected opportunities.”
My Action: My skills were always technical, but I also loved design. I started playing around with creating educational graphics and infographics for fun. I put them on a simple, no-frills portfolio site. Purely as a hobby. I wasn’t looking for a job in ‘visual arts’ but I was exercising that ‘creative’ muscle.
I basically ran this whole thing like a three-month A/B test. I called it “The Celestial Pivot.”
The Achievement: The Surprise Side Gig That Became My Escape
The teaching thing was the key. One of the guys I was coaching, the one struggling with an e-commerce setup, introduced me to his friend who ran a small health-food non-profit (hello, “healing/non-profit”!).
They weren’t looking for a tech guy, but they saw my infographics—the things I made just to scratch that “creative” itch. They were absolutely swamped trying to teach people how to use their systems in a simple, visual way. My technical knowledge, combined with the new visual skills? Bingo.
They offered me a contract gig doing exactly that: creating internal training materials and client-facing educational content. It was 10-15 hours a week, and the pay was ridiculous for what it was. It wasn’t the traditional “job” the horoscope might imply, but it was a perfect blend of my technical brain and that “Pisces creativity.”
The result? I finally gathered the balls to hand in my notice to that jerk manager a month later. I told him I was leaving to do freelance consulting. He looked totally shocked. The best part? That old company is currently struggling. My old role has been posted online for four months now—they can’t find one person to do the two people’s worth of work I was doing.
My new path? It’s not “easy money,” but I’m calling my own shots. Sometimes you need to be desperate enough to look up, stop relying on the familiar playbook, and just try the ridiculous thing. And sometimes, maybe, just maybe, the ridiculous thing works.
