Man, that October when Susan Miller dropped her forecast for Pisces, I was all over it. I always am. It’s like a ritual, you know? Every month, I just gotta peek and see what she’s rambling about for my sign. It’s not really about believing every word, not strictly, but it gives you something to chew on, something to think about as the days roll by. A bit of a roadmap, or maybe just a fun distraction from the grind.
I remember scanning it, skimming through the usual stuff about career opportunities, love life shifts, maybe some money talks. She always paints a picture, a real detailed one. And for that particular October, she was talking about some big currents, like things shifting underneath, requiring us Pisceans to be adaptable, to maybe make some calls we weren’t expecting. Sounded important, a bit weighty. A lot of talk about inner reflection and external action, almost like two big waves hitting at once. It felt a little like trying to catch two different trains going opposite directions at the same station – you just stood there, kinda confused, trying to figure out which one was yours.
And let me tell you, that October? It felt like a total scramble. Not just one thing, but like everything, all at once. Like a big ol’ mishmash, you know? One minute I was trying to sort out this nagging issue with the landlord about some repairs that never got done, the next I was wrangling a problem at work that just appeared out of nowhere. Then, my old car decided it had enough and started making sounds that frankly, scared the heck out of me. It was one of those months where you felt like you were just constantly putting out little fires, one after the other, barely having time to catch your breath. Just a real mess to maintain, pulling me in every damn direction.
I kept thinking back to what she wrote. Adaptable. Shifting. Making calls. And I was doing it, sure, but it felt more like I was just reacting to punches than gracefully adapting. My bank account, man, it took a hit. First, that car repair drained me. Then, some unexpected medical bills popped up for my kid. It was like a double whammy, and suddenly I was staring at my budget, trying to figure out how to stretch a dollar that already felt transparent. Those “financial shifts” she hinted at? Yeah, they were happening alright, just not in a way that felt particularly spiritual or reflective. It felt like a gut punch.
My Personal October Mess
Why do I know all this? This whole “mishmash” and “mess” feeling? Because that October was rough, man. Really rough. It started off regular enough, but then this stupid cough I had just wouldn’t quit. And it wasn’t just me, my kid started getting sick too, then my wife. It was one long parade of doctor’s visits and pharmacy runs. And the bills, holy crap. The co-pays alone were a killer. It felt like I was spending every spare minute either at the clinic or trying to figure out how to pay for the next round of prescriptions. My boss, he was understanding, mostly, but you know how it is, you still gotta put in the hours, still gotta deliver. So I was burning the candle at both ends, trying to nurse everyone back to health, work a full day, and then somehow keep my head above water financially.
I remember one night, I was sitting there, after everyone was finally asleep, staring at the pile of bills, and just feeling totally defeated. And then I remembered Susan Miller’s words about having to be strong, to find inner reserves. And I just laughed. Inner reserves? I felt like I was running on fumes. But then, something clicked. Even though it was a mess, even though I was pissed off and tired, I was still doing it. I was still showing up. Still getting the kids fed, still keeping the roof over our heads, still grinding at work. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t graceful, but I was pushing through it. That’s the “adaptation” she talked about, I guess. Not the zen kind, but the gritty, stubborn kind, where you just refuse to give up, even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
It was a proper kick in the teeth, that October. Every time I thought I had a handle on something, another thing would spring up. Like whack-a-mole, but with real-life problems. So when I look back at her forecast for that month, it’s not about whether every single prediction came true, or if I suddenly found love or a big promotion. It’s about how that general vibe she put out there – the need to adapt, the shifts, the decisions – it totally matched the chaotic, exhausting, but ultimately persevering reality of my own personal October. It felt like my life just got a whole lot heavier, and I had to figure out how to carry it without dropping anything important. And I did. Just, not in the tidy way you read in the horoscopes, you know?
