That Pisces Horoscope for July thing about major career changes? Yeah, I saw it. And usually, I throw that stuff straight in the mental trash can. But this time was different. I was so fed up with my gig—absolutely burned out by June—that when that prediction popped up, I didn’t see it as a prophecy; I saw it as a deadline. I figured, okay, stars, you want a show? I’ll make a show.
My entire practice log for July wasn’t about waiting for cosmic forces. It was pure, brute-force action. I had to force the universe’s hand, so to speak. And let me tell you, it was a messy, brutal process.
Phase One: Ripping Everything Apart (Late June/Early July)
The first thing I did was sit down and completely dismantle the last five years of my professional life. Not in a sad way, but in a totally ruthless, objective way. I took the resume I hadn’t touched since I got this current job and I shredded it. It wasn’t about polishing; it was about totally restructuring the narrative. I wanted it to scream, “I’m done with the minor leagues.”
- I reworked the language: Scrapped all the corporate fluff like “synergy” and “leveraging.” I swapped them out for honest descriptions of what I actually built and fixed.
- I dug for contacts: I crawled through my LinkedIn, pulling up connections I hadn’t talked to in years. It felt slimy, honestly, but I committed to sending one personal message a day, every day, asking for fifteen minutes of their time. Not for a job, but for “advice.” People love giving advice, I learned.
- I set a non-negotiable threshold: I decided I wouldn’t even look at a posting that paid less than a specific, ambitious figure. It felt nuts, but I established that line to stop myself from caving the moment things got tough.
The sheer amount of administrative crap I had to wade through in the first week of July felt like a job in itself. Every night, I would collapse onto the couch, feeling like I had worked two full shifts.
Phase Two: The Messy Grind of Interviewing (Mid-July)
I started cold-applying right away, but the networking paid off faster. Those “advice” meetings quickly turned into “Can you send me your resume?” requests. July became a blur of bad coffee and awkward video calls.
I tracked every single interaction. I swear I had fifteen different conversations going at one point. Here’s a quick, rough tally of what went down:
- Initial applications/reaches: 65 total.
- Initial screeners: 12. Most of those were just HR reading a script—totally useless.
- Deep-dive calls (with actual hiring managers): 5. This is where I poured all my energy, tailoring my pitch for each one.
- Final-round interviews: 3. And let me tell you, those were exhausting. One of them, I felt like the interviewer was actively trying to make me feel stupid. I fought back, though. I didn’t let them walk all over me like I used to.
My old self would have quit after the first six rejections, but something made me just keep ploughing forward. And that brings me to why I took this whole thing seriously in the first place.
The Real Reason I Forced the Change
Why would a rational adult hinge their career on a piece of cheesy astrology? Simple. It wasn’t about the stars; it was about escaping a trap I fell into six months prior.
Last Christmas, I was promised a clear promotion path. I worked weekends. I skipped vacations. I built out the whole new platform for them. Then, in the spring review, my boss just sort of shrugged and said, “We’re going to hold off. Need to see another quarter of performance.” They pulled the rug out from under me. It was a complete betrayal, and it left me feeling utterly worthless.
I spent all of May and June just stewing, taking my frustration out on my family and generally hating the commute. I knew I had to leave, but I was paralyzed by the effort it would take. So, when that July 1st horoscope flashed, saying “Major Career Changes,” I grabbed onto it. It wasn’t a forecast; it was an excuse to finally be the ruthless person I needed to be to get out. It gave me the validation to say, “The universe wants this, so I’m doing it now.”
Phase Three: The Realization (Late July)
The practice finally paid off in the third week of July. That final-round interview—the one where I felt like the guy was trying to tear my arguments apart—I crushed it. Because I was so fed up, I just stopped caring about pleasing them and focused only on the facts of what I could deliver. I was blunt. I was confident. I was honest about what I wanted.
I got the offer two days later. It was a completely different company, in a related but fresh sector, with a salary that was nearly forty percent higher than what I was making.
So, did I see a major career change in July? Yes. Did the stars cause it? No. I read the prediction, and then I acted on it like it was a mission statement. I spent the rest of the month wrapping up my old responsibilities and walking out that door for the last time. It felt like I finally got my power back. Don’t wait for your horoscope; use it as your launch code. That’s the only lesson here.
