Man, 2023 rolled around, and I gotta tell ya, something just felt… different. I mean, you hear about these big cosmic shifts, right? Stuff like planets moving into new signs, and usually, I just nod along, maybe read a few lines here and there, but don’t really feel it. But then Saturn slipped into Pisces, and for the first time in a long time, I actually felt it in my bones. It wasn’t some sudden earthquake; more like the ground beneath my feet slowly turning into quicksand, or maybe dissolving altogether.
I remember trying to kick off a new project, something I’d been dreaming about for ages. It was supposed to be this huge creative undertaking, full of ambition and a clear vision. Or so I thought. I jumped in, all gung-ho, gathering my materials, mapping out the initial steps. I even had a few late nights, buzzing with that initial spark you get when something feels fresh and exciting. I was convinced this was my next big thing, the one that would finally launch me into a whole new chapter.
But the minute I tried to put solid plans down, things got… blurry. Like trying to grab smoke. Every time I thought I had a handle on it, the details would just slip away. I’d sit there, staring at my notes, and what seemed so clear just yesterday would suddenly feel like a tangled mess. It wasn’t just confusion; it was this weird sense that the foundation I was building on wasn’t real. Like I was building a sandcastle while the tide was coming in, only I hadn’t even noticed the water until it was already up to my ankles.
This went on for months. I’d push, I’d pull, I’d try to force structure onto this very fluid idea. I got frustrated, really frustrated. I’d tell myself, “Come on, just focus! What’s wrong with you?” I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, or at least my own personal reality. My usual drive and discipline just weren’t cutting it. It felt like trying to swim against a strong current that wasn’t even visible; just a relentless, draining pull.
Then, one evening, after another particularly infuriating session of getting absolutely nowhere, I was just scrolling, you know, mindlessly. And I stumbled onto something about “Saturn in Pisces.” I’d vaguely heard about it, but this time, the words just hit different. They talked about boundaries dissolving, illusions being challenged, the need to surrender, to integrate spirituality with reality. And suddenly, a light bulb just flickered on, slow and dim at first, but then it grew brighter.
I started thinking back on everything I’d been pushing against. My grand project, it was born out of a desire for external validation, of proving something to myself and maybe to others. It was a beautiful dream, sure, but it wasn’t rooted in genuine, quiet purpose. It was built on an illusion of what success should look like, rather than what truly resonated with my soul. And Saturn, bless its heavy heart, was there to make sure I felt that illusion crumble.
I started to consciously let go. And man, that was hard. It felt like giving up, something I always hated doing. But it wasn’t giving up; it was releasing. I began to spend more time just observing, reflecting, and listening to that quiet inner voice I usually drowned out with “doing.” I started to lean into the uncertainty, to embrace the feeling of not knowing, which was incredibly uncomfortable for someone who usually likes a solid plan.
What did I do? Well, it wasn’t dramatic. It was a series of small, almost imperceptible shifts:
- I stopped forcing myself to sit down and “work” on the project when it felt like pulling teeth.
- I started journaling, not about goals, but about feelings, dreams, and doubts.
- I spent more time near water, just watching the waves, letting my thoughts flow. It sounds cliché, but it actually helped.
- I reconsidered what “success” truly meant for me, stripping away all the external noise.
- I started asking myself, “Is this truly aligned with me, or with what I think I should be?”
It wasn’t a quick fix, this whole thing. It’s been an ongoing journey. That big project? It’s still there, but it’s completely transformed. It’s no longer about external validation; it’s something quieter, more deeply personal, and surprisingly, more impactful in a way I never anticipated. The ambition is still there, but it’s softened, woven with a sense of understanding and acceptance I didn’t have before. The boundaries between my dreams and my reality blurred, but then they reformed, clearer and more authentic than ever.
This whole Saturn in Pisces transit, it’s not about crushing your dreams. It’s about grounding them, making them real, even if that means they look totally different from what you first imagined. It’s about facing the fog, feeling lost in the ocean, and then finding your own true North, not by fighting the current, but by learning to swim with it, even if it takes you to places you never expected. And for me, that meant finally letting go of some old illusions to make space for a truth that was always there, waiting to be found in the quiet depths.
