Man, so, Saturn moved into Pisces back in 2023, right? And it’s gonna hang out there until 2026. For real, when I first started hearing folks talk about it, I mostly just shrugged. Astrology, whatever. But then stuff started hitting different, you know? Like, really, truly different, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It was everywhere, in every corner of my life, poking and prodding me.
I remember early 2023, things felt like they were just… dissolving. Like sand slipping through my fingers, no matter how tight I tried to clench my fist. I was trying to get a couple of side hustles off the ground, pouring my heart into them, trying to build something real. But every single time, it felt like I was building on quicksand. I’d put in the hours, design the pitches, reach out to people, make plans, and then poof. Just like that, it would fall apart. No solid reason sometimes, just a vague sense of things not sticking. It was maddening, honestly.
Wrestling with the Fog
I started noticing this weird pattern. Things that used to be clear-cut suddenly weren’t. Boundaries, schedules, even my own damn motivations. It was like living in a constant fog. I’d sit down to work, full of drive, then get sidetracked by a million tiny things that felt urgent but ultimately meant nothing. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t commit. My discipline just went out the window, and I felt like a total mess.
- I tried to kickstart a new online content project. I bought the gear, spent weeks learning the software, made a few decent drafts. Then, I just… stopped. Couldn’t tell you why. The drive just evaporated.
- Then there was this idea for a local service. I talked to a few potential clients, did some market research, even designed a basic branding kit. Got some good feedback. But when it came to actually pulling the trigger and making it official, I froze. Doubts crept in like crazy.
- Even smaller stuff. My gym routine, which had been solid for years, totally crumbled. I’d plan to go, then find a hundred excuses. My healthy eating habits? Gone. I was just kind of adrift, letting things happen to me instead of making them happen.
It was frustrating as hell because I knew I wanted to do these things. I saw the potential, I felt the initial spark, but the follow-through was just missing. It was like I was bumping into invisible walls everywhere. Everything felt so unstructured, so vague, and it drained my energy like nothing else. I started thinking, “What the heck is wrong with me?”
The Slow Grind of Reality
Then, around late 2023, early 2024, I started hearing more about this “Saturn in Pisces” thing. People were talking about it meaning confronting illusions, bringing structure to chaos, getting real about dreams. And suddenly, it clicked. It wasn’t just me; it was like the universe was demanding I clean up my act, but in the most confusing, roundabout way possible.
I decided, screw it, I needed to force some structure back into my life, even if it felt like pulling teeth. I started small.
- I pulled out an old planner, a physical one. No digital stuff that could get lost in the noise. I wrote down literally everything, even stupid little things like “drink water” and “stretch.”
- I forced myself to wake up at the same time every single day, no matter what. Even weekends, for a while. It was brutal, but it started carving out a routine.
- I picked just ONE of those many projects. Just one. And I made a commitment to work on it for at least an hour every day, even if I felt like doing nothing. No grand plans, just showing up.
It was a slow, painful process. There were days I wanted to throw the planner out the window and just sleep all day. Days where the project felt utterly pointless. But I kept at it, just chipping away. I started to notice that when I pushed through the initial resistance, things weren’t as foggy. The invisible walls seemed to thin out a little.
I realized this whole period was about dissolving the crap that wasn’t solid and rebuilding with stronger foundations. It forced me to look at where I was deluding myself, where I was being too idealistic without any real-world plan. It was like a cosmic audit, making me face the music on all the vague promises I’d made to myself and the projects I’d started but never finished.
Now, heading into 2025, I’m seeing some of the results. That one project I stuck with? It’s actually gaining traction. Slowly. It’s not a runaway success, but it’s there. It’s real. My routines are mostly back, not perfect, but I can see the progress. My head feels clearer, too. That overwhelming fogginess is lifting. It’s still a grind, don’t get me wrong, but it feels like I’m finally building on solid ground again, not just wishing on a star. This whole Saturn in Pisces thing? It wasn’t a fun ride, but it forced me to get my act together in ways I really needed to.
