Man, 2015. What a year that was for me. I remember it vividly because I was just… utterly adrift, career-wise. I’d been knocking around in this one job for a couple of years, and it felt like putting a square peg in a round hole, you know? Every morning, dragging myself outta bed felt like an Olympic sport I just couldn’t win. My enthusiasm, whatever little I had left, was completely gone. I was just going through the motions, punching in, punching out, dreaming about Friday from Monday morning. Sound familiar? Yeah, I bet it does.
I was desperate for some kind of sign, anything to tell me what the hell I was supposed to be doing. So, naturally, I started looking everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I was talking to friends, reading all sorts of self-help books, even just staring blankly at the ceiling tiles during my breaks, hoping for some cosmic download. And then, one lunch break, scrolling through some random articles online, I stumbled onto this thing: “Pisces 2015 Career: Free Forecast.”
Now, I’m a Pisces, right? And I’m usually not one for horoscopes or anything like that. But I was at such a low point, I figured, “What the heck? Can’t hurt, might even give me a laugh.” So I clicked on it. It talked about change, about feeling stifled and the need to break free, about new beginnings, especially around mid-year. It painted a picture of someone who felt stuck but had a deep desire for creative expression and a more meaningful path. Honestly, a lot of it sounded eerily like what I was feeling.
I remember reading it and thinking, “Well, that’s convenient. It’s basically just telling me what I already know.” But there was this little flicker of something in my gut. Like, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t all just random fluff. Maybe it was a sign, after all. Or maybe it just gave me the permission I subconsciously needed to actually do something about my situation instead of just stewing in it.
So, I started thinking. Really thinking. What did I actually want? Not what I thought I should want, or what my parents wanted, or what my friends were doing. What did I want? And that was a tough question, man. I realized I had buried that question under so much daily grind and disappointment that it was almost impossible to dig out.
The forecast kept nagging at the back of my mind. “New beginnings… creative expression… break free.” It was like a constant hum. I started talking to my wife about it, just venting my frustrations. She’s always been my rock, and she listened patiently, didn’t judge. She just said, “Well, what are you gonna do about it?” And that was it. That was the kick in the pants I needed.
I didn’t quit my job on the spot, don’t get me wrong. I’m not that impulsive. But I started looking. And it was messy. I mean, really messy. My resume was outdated, my interview skills were rusty, and frankly, I didn’t even know what kind of job I was qualified for that wasn’t what I was doing. I went on a bunch of interviews that were just terrible. Awkward silences, stumbling over my words, getting that polite “we’ll be in touch” that you know means “don’t hold your breath.”
There was this one time, I actually got a second interview for something totally outside my comfort zone – a junior role in a small graphic design firm. I barely knew Photoshop, but I’d always dabbled in drawing. I remembered the forecast talking about “creative expression,” and I thought, “Why not?” I prepped like crazy, watching YouTube tutorials, practicing design principles. I really wanted it. I went in feeling good, really confident for the first time in ages. And then, nope. Got the rejection email a few days later. Man, that stung. I felt like such a fool for even trying to chase some vague astrological prediction.
I was ready to give up. Really. I was telling my wife, “See? This is why I just stay where I am. It’s safer. It’s easier.” But she wouldn’t let me. She reminded me of that feeling I had, that deep unhappiness. And she just kept saying, “Keep trying, you’ll find something.”
And I did. It wasn’t a creative job, not directly. It was in a completely different industry, something I never even considered. A friend of a friend told me about an opening for a project coordinator at a non-profit. I had zero experience in non-profits, but the description talked a lot about problem-solving, juggling multiple tasks, and working with a diverse group of people. I figured my old job had plenty of those elements, just in a soul-crushing environment.
I applied, went through the interviews. This time, I didn’t overthink the “forecast.” I just focused on showing them what I could bring to the table. And wouldn’t you know it, I got the offer. It was a slight pay cut, which was scary, but the feeling in my gut was totally different this time. It wasn’t dread; it was excitement. Like a little spark had finally been reignited.
I started that new job around July 2015. Yeah, “mid-year,” just like the forecast hinted at. Coincidence? Maybe. But here’s the thing: that job, while not “creative” in the traditional sense, allowed me so much more freedom. I got to take ownership of projects, work with passionate people, and honestly, the problem-solving felt genuinely fulfilling because I could see the impact. I found ways to inject my own creativity into presentations, into organizing events, into making things run smoother. I wasn’t just following orders anymore. I was actually contributing, shaping things.
Looking back, that “Pisces 2015 Career Forecast” wasn’t some magic crystal ball. It didn’t tell me what to do. But it gave me a language for what I was feeling, a little push when I needed it most. It opened my eyes to the possibility that change wasn’t just desirable, it was necessary. It helped me recognize those same themes – the need for meaning, for freedom, for impact – in a place I never would have thought to look. It made me realize that sometimes, you just need something to spark that introspection, to make you ask the tough questions, and then to have the guts to actually go out and find your own damn answers.
