You know me, I like to run the numbers, track the data, and keep things practical. But even I hit walls where the spreadsheet just doesn’t cut it. That’s what kicked off this whole “Pisces Next Month?” mess. I’m a hardcore Earth sign, right? Practical, solid, you name it. But I was stuck. Like, really stuck in the mud on a project and frankly, stuck in a massive rut with my personal life, mostly because I just couldn’t trust anyone.
I saw this goofy little post online. Some spiritual influencer type, talking about embracing the energy of the upcoming month’s dominant sign, regardless of your own. Next month was Pisces. The whole deal was about ‘unconditional love’ and ‘flowing with the current.’ I laughed. Then I thought: what the hell do I have to lose?
Start of the Experiment: The ‘Love is the Key’ Protocol
I committed to it. For 30 days, I decided I would actively inject ‘love’—not romantic stuff, but pure, unfiltered, positive acceptance—into every single thing I did. It was clunky and awkward at first, I won’t lie. Like trying to drive a stick shift when you only know automatic.
I started by setting up a daily logging system. Not a journal, because that sounds soft, but a log. Three columns:
- The Grudge: Something or someone I was automatically judging or resisting.
- The Reframing: The exact mental action I had to force to see it with ‘Piscean Love.’
- The Result: The immediate, tangible shift in my own body or environment.
The first few days were a joke. I’d log things like, “The Grudge: That guy who just cut me off in traffic. The Reframing: Love the spirit of his urgency. The Result: Still mad, but only for 30 seconds instead of five minutes.” See? Clunky.
I pushed through the first week, forcing myself to look past the annoying little daily things. The overflowing mailbox. The coworker who always dumps their work on me. The realization I ran out of good coffee. I was actively searching for the positive spin, and I mean actively. I’d physically stop, take a breath, and restate the situation in my head as an opportunity for acceptance. It felt like I was acting in a poorly written self-help seminar.
The Pivot: When Things Got Real
Around Day 12, I had to face something major, and it was entirely due to this ridiculous experiment. I was at my sister’s house, and she was clearly stressing over a major financial decision she had to make. My old self would have immediately jumped in, critiqued her past choices, presented an overly complicated, spreadsheets-only solution, and then walked away judging her for being too emotional.
But because I had been training this ‘Pisces’ muscle, I didn’t. I stopped myself before the criticism even left my throat. I just sat there and listened. I didn’t offer a single piece of actionable, dry advice. I just acknowledged how tough it was. I held the space for her. And then I realized: the ‘key’ wasn’t fixing her problem; it was just being there without judgment. And she actually cried, but then she straightened up and told me the one thing she needed to do.
Why was this so significant? It wasn’t about her decision. It was about my knee-jerk cynicism. I know exactly where that came from.
This whole practice, this ‘Love is the key’ nonsense, finally forced me to look at the reason I became such a skeptical hard-ass in the first place.
It was all tied up with that partnership failure I had five years ago. I spent three years of my life building that business from the ground up, bleeding hours and cash for it. I trusted my partner completely. When the time came for the big payout, he just pulled the rug out from under me. Not even a fight. Just a sneaky, underhanded legal maneuver he’d been planning for months. I walked away with a fraction of what I deserved, but the real damage wasn’t the money. It was the fact that I let a person I respected and cared about just wipe away my effort with a smile and a handshake.
After that, I developed this thick armor. I decided if I couldn’t trust people, I would just rely on logic and spreadsheets and cold, hard data. Love and trust? Useless metrics. The only reason the concept of ‘Love is the key’ even caught my eye was because I knew, deep down, that cynicism was an exhausting way to live.
The Result: Did I become a Pisces?
Did I suddenly start manifesting unicorns and winning the lottery that month? Nope. Did all my business problems vanish? No way. The spreadsheets still needed to be done, believe me. But here’s what changed:
I noticed that I wasn’t carrying around that heavy resentment anymore. My sleep improved. The little things that used to make me snap—the long line at the post office, the spam calls—I just let them go. They weren’t worth the energy drain.
I even called my old partner’s office to clarify something unrelated for a tax issue, something I’d been avoiding for years. I was polite. I was direct. No anger. No passive aggression. Just simple, clean, neutral conversation. I hung up the phone, and for the first time in five years, that specific bitterness was just… gone. It felt like I finally unhooked a dead weight I’d been dragging around.
So, the Pisces month didn’t change my stars. It changed my sight. The “love” practice simply pried open the tightly sealed door on that old failure and allowed me to finally dust off the debris. I’m still a skeptic, but now I know when to put the calculator down and just breathe. And that, my friends, is a practical result you can take to the bank.
