Man, where do I even begin with this whole Saturn in Pisces thing? When 2023 rolled around, I felt like I was just… floating. Not in a good way, you know? Like, I was there, doing my thing, but everything felt a bit hazy, like I was watching my own life through a thick, smudged window. I’d wake up, go to work, come home, stare at the ceiling for a bit, then rinse and repeat. No real direction, no fire in the belly. Just this weird, underlying hum of confusion.
I distinctly remember one evening, sometime in spring 2023. I was sitting on my couch, scrolling through nothing in particular, and suddenly this wave of dread just washed over me. It wasn’t about anything specific, just a general sense of being utterly lost. Like I’d built a boat, but forgot to put a rudder on it, and now I was just drifting, hoping to bump into an island. I pushed it down, of course. Tried to ignore it. Figured it was just a bad day, or maybe I needed more sleep, or a better pizza.
Hitting the Wall and Starting to See
But that feeling? It kept coming back. It wasn’t a one-off. It was this persistent, dull ache in my gut that told me something wasn’t right. By late 2023, things were getting a bit messy. I was procrastinating on everything, missing deadlines at work, even forgetting to reply to texts from friends. My place was a disaster, and I was just generally feeling overwhelmed by the simplest tasks. It was like living in a fog, and every step felt heavy.
That’s when I finally decided, “Okay, this ain’t cutting it.” I knew I needed to do something, anything, to shake myself out of it. I’d read bits and pieces about Saturn and Pisces and all that jazz, and how it was supposed to be a time for getting real, shedding illusions, and building some kind of structure where there was none. Sounded like a monumental task, especially for someone who couldn’t even keep their sock drawer organized.
I started small, real small. First thing I did was pick up a journal. Just a cheap notebook, nothing fancy. Every night, before bed, I made myself write down three things: one thing I achieved that day, one thing I struggled with, and one thing I wished for. It sounds ridiculously simple, but man, forcing myself to put words on paper, even just a few, helped me start to see what was actually going on, instead of just feeling it.
The Grind Kicks In
Early 2024, that’s when the real push started. I realized a lot of my ‘drifting’ was actually just plain old escapism. Binge-watching shows, losing hours on social media, avoiding difficult conversations. So I decided to tackle that head-on. I started setting limits on screen time. Cut back on the junk food. And, this was the kicker, I decided to actually clean my damn apartment. Not a quick tidy-up, but a proper, deep clean, room by room.
Let me tell you, it was hell. I’d start cleaning, feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff, and then just want to quit. It felt like I was trying to swim through treacle. There were so many times I just wanted to throw in the towel, go back to my old habits, and pretend everything was fine. But then I’d pick up that journal, read some of my own scrawled entries, and something would just click. A tiny bit of willpower, like a flicker of a match in the dark.
I stuck with it. Day after day, week after week. I started trying to meditate for ten minutes every morning. Most days my mind just raced, but I kept showing up. I started taking walks, just observing, trying to ground myself. It wasn’t about some sudden, magical transformation. It was a slow, agonizing process of chipping away at the fog, bit by bit. I started saying “no” to things that drained me, even if it felt uncomfortable.
Clarity and a New Foundation
By late 2024 and throughout 2025, I really began to see the shifts. It wasn’t like a light switch, but more like a sunrise. Slowly, gently, the outlines of things became clearer. I started making proper plans for my career, for my finances. I wasn’t just dreaming anymore; I was figuring out the actual steps I needed to take. I even reconnected with some old passions I’d let fall by the wayside.
There were still bumps, absolutely. Times I felt discouraged, times I felt like I was back to square one. But the difference was, I now had tools. I had that journal, that meditation practice, the discipline I’d painstakingly built. I didn’t fall back into the deep fog. Instead, I’d acknowledge the struggle, pick myself up, and get back to it. I realized that a lot of what I thought was ‘me’ – those old patterns, those unrealistic expectations – they were just illusions I was clinging to. Saturn, in its own rough way, helped me tear them down.
Now, here we are in early 2026. I still got stuff to figure out, don’t get me wrong. Life’s a journey, not a destination, all that cliché stuff. But the difference between now and early 2023? It’s night and day. I feel grounded. I feel like I’ve got a rudder on my boat, and even if the waters are choppy, I know how to steer. I’ve learned that discipline isn’t about being rigid, it’s about building a framework so you can actually move forward, instead of just drifting. It’s about facing the messy reality to create something solid. And man, that’s some serious personal growth right there.
