The Day I Dug Up Old Astrological Career Advice
You know how it is. You hit a wall. A big, ugly, concrete wall, and you just stand there breathing dust, wondering why you ever thought running full-tilt was a good idea. That was me, circa late 2019. Not a fun time. I was clocked into this low-level logistics gig—basically pushing papers and shouting into a phone for eight hours a day. The pay was a joke. The boss was a bigger joke. I felt like I was running on empty, using up every last drop of myself just to keep someone else’s broken machine sputtering along.
I remember sitting in my cramped little kitchen one night, the fluorescent light buzzing louder than my own thoughts, and just feeling totally useless. I wasn’t doing anything creative. I wasn’t helping anyone. I was just… surviving. I figured something had to give. I was desperate for a sign, anything, to tell me what to do next. That’s how I ended up with a Google search that night: “Pisces career crisis what now.” Yeah, I went full astrology weirdo. Judge all you want, but I was running on fumes.
Finding the Ghost of Guidance
I scrolled through a ton of garbage, but one article from this place called “Speaking Tree” kept popping up. It was dated a while back, I think from earlier in 2019, claiming to have the definitive rundown for Pisces careers. I dove in. I didn’t care if it was true or not; I just needed a flicker of hope that the universe hadn’t permanently assigned me to the ‘filing and shouting’ department.
I grabbed a crumpled grocery receipt and a dried-out marker and started scribbling down their suggestions. This was the start of the “practice” itself—the simple, almost pitiful act of creating a list for myself. I wanted to see, in plain ink, what the cosmos thought I should be doing versus what reality was punching me with.
I created two columns. Column A was ‘What I Am.’ Column B was ‘What the Stars Say.’
What I Am:
- Overworked Paper-Pusher
- Zero Creative Outlet
- Good at Apologizing for Other People’s Mistakes
What the Stars Say (The Simple Job List I Scrawled):
- Visual Artist / Designer
- Musician / Composer
- Healer / Nurse / Physical Therapist
- Social Worker / Counselor
- Poet / Writer (especially behind-the-scenes editing)
The Honest Review: Hitting Close to Home, But Off-Target
I shoved the list into my desk drawer and forgot about it for a solid year. It didn’t solve my problem. Seeing “Poet” written next to my logistics calendar didn’t magically give me the courage to quit. I kept grinding away, getting more and more resentful. The air was thick with it. I felt trapped.
The real change, the seismic shift, didn’t come from a peaceful decision based on a star chart. It came from a massive, embarrassing, and totally necessary screw-up.
Late 2020. I messed up a huge international shipment. A five-figure loss. My boss went nuclear. The kind of shouting match where furniture nearly gets flipped. I walked out. Just picked up my threadbare backpack, left the receipt list I had just rediscovered tucked under my keyboard, and walked out the door without looking back. No two-week notice, nothing. Pure, unadulterated, panicked flight.
The Pivot that Wasn’t on the List
Suddenly, I had zero income, zero prospects, and a lot of time to sit on the couch feeling like a failure. But I also had silence. That silence, after the constant shouting and buzzing of the old job, was a drug. I spent a few weeks just cleaning, organizing, and, yes, finally writing some stuff down—not poetry, but just my thoughts, all the process notes from the old job that were never documented, all the stuff I secretly fixed.
A buddy called me up a month later. He was starting a tiny tech firm doing internal training modules. He knew I was detailed, and even though I was a disaster case, he trusted my eye for documentation. He needed someone to take their jargon-filled developer notes and turn them into simple, step-by-step guides for new hires. Technical writing. Pure, dry, documentation-heavy work. My first thought was, “That ain’t ‘Artist’ or ‘Musician’.”
But then I remembered the list. I pulled that crumpled receipt out of my backpack. I looked at “Poet / Writer (especially behind-the-scenes editing).”
I realized the advice was right, but only in spirit. I wasn’t going to be a Nurse healing people’s bodies, but I was ‘healing’ their internal confusion and broken documentation. I wasn’t a Designer making beautiful graphics, but I was designing functional, easy-to-read process flows. The job wasn’t on the list, but the function—the quiet, detailed, behind-the-scenes work that helps others—was exactly the energy the stars were pointing at.
My practice, the core of this whole review, was to dig up that ancient, desperate piece of advice and compare it to the messy reality of how I actually fixed my life. I didn’t get my dream job from a clean list; I got it from getting fired and leveraging the one thing I was secretly good at: taking chaos and silently turning it into order. Sometimes, the universe just needs to give you a violent shove in the right direction, and you find the job that fits you, even if the 2019 career guide didn’t know its name yet.
