Okay, so I’m a Pisces, and if you were alive in 2020, you know the whole year was just a huge, steaming pile of confusion. Everyone was freaking out about their job and their cash flow. I was no different. I was totally spooked, man. My contract job was looking shaky, and I had some big expenses coming up.
I usually don’t mess with that star sign stuff, but one night, I was sitting there, stressing, and I just snapped. I thought, “What’s the worst that can happen? Let’s see what kind of nonsense these ‘Big Money Predictions’ promised for my sign.” I figured if I was gonna be broke, I might as well know what the cosmos supposedly had planned for the disaster. That was the whole reason I even bothered to dive in and start this whole ‘research’ exercise.
The Dive: Digging for the So-Called Predictions
I fired up the laptop. I typed in a bunch of phrases like “Pisces 2020 career financial outlook” and “big money predictions 2020 Pisces.” Man, the internet is full of total junk, but you gotta keep scrolling. I basically chose three sources—one super famous psychic website, one cheesy blog, and one big-name astrology site—just to see if they were even slightly consistent.
I read through all of them and pulled out the key financial and career prophecies. It was ridiculous, but I made a record anyway, just to have something to look back on.
Here’s the gist of what I collected and wrote down:
- Prediction A (Psychic Site): You will experience a massive income surge around the middle of the year (July/August), but it will not come from your existing employment. Look for a new stream.
- Prediction B (Cheesy Blog): Career is stable and safe. No major changes. Your main focus should be on paying down small debts, not chasing big investments.
- Prediction C (Big-Name Site): A boss or authority figure will cause stress early in the year, leading to a feeling of being undervalued. A major opportunity for freedom will appear by November.
I just shook my head after I finished compiling that list. Two of them said change was coming, and one said to stay put. Zero consistency. Total chaos. But okay, that was the ‘prediction,’ now I had to track it against reality, which is the fun part.
The Smackdown: Predictions vs. My Messy 2020
My reality hit fast, right at the start of the year. Forget July surges or November freedom. In late February/early March, my company—a small firm that did event tech—just imploded. Everything got cancelled. My boss, that “authority figure” they talked about, didn’t cause stress; he just disappeared. The payroll checks stopped. That stable job in Prediction B? Total fantasy. I was out of work, pretty much overnight.
My savings quickly dwindled. I started looking everywhere for any kind of cash. I applied for fifty jobs, maybe more. Nothing. Total dry spell. I remembered what Prediction A said: “not from your existing employment.” Okay, sure, because I didn’t have any existing employment! But I had to find that new stream.
I had been messing around with fixing vintage hi-fi gear as a hobby. Nothing serious. I put up a couple of old receivers I’d fixed on a local classified site, thinking I might get a couple hundred bucks. Within two days, I got a call from this dude in another state who ran an online music archive. He didn’t just want the receivers; he wanted me to source and restore a whole batch of high-end, rare Japanese equipment for a contract fee. He wired me a huge deposit right there on the spot.
That was my “massive income surge,” and it landed exactly in August. Prediction A was somehow right, but it was just pure luck; no psychic knew I was gonna get stuck with a screwdriver and some old stereo gear.
The Realization: Following the Money, Not the Stars
I finished that contract and then got another one. I built a small website just for the hi-fi restoration stuff. I kept busy for the rest of 2020, making way more money than I ever did at the old corporate job. That “major opportunity for freedom” by November, like Prediction C said? It materialized because I wasn’t tied to a desk anymore. I was my own boss, working in my garage.
What I figured out from this whole messy experiment is this: Horoscopes are a total crap shoot. They are so vague that they can almost always be bent to fit whatever happens. My job did cause me stress, but because it ceased to exist, not because of some small argument. I did find a new income stream, but I didn’t wait for the stars; I hustled when my bank account screamed at me.
The cosmic ‘predictions’ didn’t give me the answers; they just got me thinking about where I was already failing. Sometimes you have to be broke and stressed out for the ‘massive income surge’ to actually force you to move. I keep the record of those three crazy predictions just to remind myself that the only thing that actually drives big money is pure, unadulterated necessity.
