Honestly, I’m kinda fed up with the whole self-help and manifesting crowd these days. They all preach the same vague stuff. So when I saw this week’s Elle Astrology piece for Pisces screaming about “See Which Days Are Best for New Opportunities!” I didn’t just read it once. I saw a challenge, something concrete I could actually test and log.
Logging the Process: From Reading to Real-World Action
I read the whole damn thing first, of course. My initial reaction? It was a total mixed bag. One sentence talks about a “beneficial Jupiter transit” pushing you to new heights, which, you know, sounds great. The next says you need to “be wary of miscommunications near the full moon,” which means half the week is potentially a minefield. It’s like a tech stack built with Go, Java, and a little bit of PHP just to make sure things never fully integrate. You end up maintaining three systems for one simple task.
The article pointed to three days:
- Tuesday: Best for “financial asks and signing documents.”
- Thursday: Optimal for “creative bursts and social networking.”
- Friday: “Unexpected opportunities related to home and family.”
My first practice step was simply defining the opportunities. I didn’t want this to be some abstract, “I bought a nice coffee, thanks, Jupiter” sort of victory. It had to be high-stakes, real-world stuff that I’d been putting off.
I picked my targets.
On Tuesday, I took the “financial asks” advice and sent an email to a client who’d been sitting on my invoice for three months. I used a strong, direct tone. The kind of tone I usually avoid because I hate confrontation. I even added a line in the email about “finalizing things this week,” which was my little nod to the Elle article pushing me to be firm.
Thursday, following the “creative bursts” cue, I sat down and actually built out the landing page draft for a side-project I’ve been talking about for six months, but never started. No distractions. Just pure focus. The idea was to channel the purported “creative energy” into actual labor.
Friday, the “home and family” day, I pulled the trigger on a big, stressful conversation with my partner about the major home renovation we’ve needed to start. A conversation guaranteed to cause friction, but necessary.
The Results: Was It the Stars or Just Me Finally Acting?
Look, I’m not going to lie and say the stars aligned perfectly. But here’s the log:
Tuesday’s Result: The client replied in under an hour. Not only did they pay the outstanding invoice, but they also apologized profusely and sent a follow-up request for new work. Win.
Thursday’s Result: I finished the landing page draft. It wasn’t perfect, but it was done. More importantly, that night, I had a sudden idea for the project’s main logo and sketched it out in 15 minutes. It was better than any design I’d tried to force over the last half-year. Win.
Friday’s Result: The conversation with my partner? Yeah, it was rough. We argued. It was messy. But at the end of it, we had a timeline and a signed agreement on the budget. It wasn’t a smooth, harmonious “family” moment, but it achieved the objective. Messy Win.
So, did the stars work? I ended the week with a 3 out of 3 success rate on high-stakes tasks I’d been neglecting. I spent all of Saturday trying to analyze the data, trying to figure out the technical root cause of the success. Was it the Jupiter transit? Was it the moon?
The real answer, I think, is tied to why I bothered with this stupid test in the first place.
The Real Driver: Why I Needed a Celestial Excuse
I dove into this whole Elle Astrology thing because, a few months back, I hit a wall with my main work. I had this huge, career-defining negotiation that I needed to make, and I kept freezing. It wasn’t about the data; the numbers were all on my side. It was pure, simple fear of committing. I kept thinking, “What if I get the timing wrong?”
I was so stuck, I was practically paralyzed. Every day I put it off, the deal got harder. My project lead, a guy I’d trusted for years, suddenly stopped answering my texts. The whole thing felt shady. I was doing good work, but I could feel the ground shifting, like my position was being slowly eroded by someone else behind the scenes. It took me back to that time years ago, when I got the rug pulled out from under me at my old company—you know, the one where they just stopped my pay without notice, wiped my records, and acted like I didn’t exist? That feeling of helplessness crept right back in.
I was looking for an out, a signal, a reason that wasn’t just my own willpower. One night, while doom-scrolling, I landed on that week’s horoscope, which said something like, “The universe is giving you a green light for major moves; waiting is the same as losing.” It was a silly, obvious piece of fluff.
But that phrase, “waiting is the same as losing,” hit me hard. The next morning, it was a “Best Day” according to some random blog post, and I just used it as my permission slip. I didn’t think about Jupiter or transits. I just said, “Today is the day,” and I called the VP and laid out my terms.
It was messy. It was hard. But two days later, the deal was done. Not because the stars moved, but because I stopped waiting for the perfect moment or a sign from the cosmos, and simply used the horoscope as a mandated deadline.
That’s why I tested this latest Elle piece. The practice isn’t about whether the astrology is right or wrong. The practice is about using any external, arbitrary signal to conquer paralyzing inaction. So, yeah, this week’s test worked. I got my wins. I suspect it’s because the review gave my brain a simple, non-negotiable schedule, and sometimes, that external push is all you really need to get the engine running again.
