You know, for the longest time, I kinda rolled my eyes at all that astrology stuff. Moonology, what now? Sounded like a bunch of hocus pocus to me. Life was about grinding, right? Facts and figures. Planning and executing. But then, things got a bit… murky in my own world.
It wasn’t some dramatic, Hollywood-style epiphany. More like a slow, annoying drip. Work felt like a treadmill I couldn’t get off, relationships felt a little distant, and there was this overall nagging feeling of “what am I even doing?” I was just coasting, you know? Not really living, just existing. And I needed something, anything, to shake things up, or at least give me a different angle to look at things from. I was looking for a nudge, a sign, something to latch onto.
A good friend of mine, bless her airy-fairy heart, kept raving about these Moonology readings, especially the weekly ones for her sign. She’s a total believer. Me? Not so much. But I’m a Pisces, and she started bugging me about the Pisces weekly. “Just read it, what’s the harm?” she’d say, almost every time we talked. So, one particularly dull Tuesday, coffee in hand, feeling utterly uninspired, I finally clicked on it. It was just a little blurb, nothing crazy. Something about ’emotional currents’ and ‘trusting your intuition.’ I skimmed it, scoffed a bit internally, and promptly forgot about it.
Then that week happened. Man, that week. My old jalopy suddenly gave up the ghost on the highway. Totally out of the blue. Stressful doesn’t even begin to cover it. I was stranded, hot, furious, and just thinking, ‘why me? Seriously?’ The whole intuition thing? Yeah, definitely not listening to that when I was fuming on the side of the road, wondering how I was going to get home. But then, as I was waiting for the tow truck, this really calm guy pulls up behind me. He wasn’t in uniform, just a regular dude. Turns out he was a mechanic on his way home from work, saw me looking distraught, and just… stopped to help. He spent an hour in the heat, getting my car to a place where it could be towed properly, wouldn’t even take a dime. Said he just had a ‘feeling’ he should pull over. And then, it kinda hit me. That little blurb about ‘unexpected connections’ or ‘trusting subtle nudges’ I’d barely registered that morning. Coincidence? Maybe. But it made me pause, made me actually think about it for more than five seconds.
After that, I started looking at those weekly readings again. Not believing every word like it was gospel truth, but just… tracking them. Each week, I’d make it a point to glance at the Pisces Moonology update. And slowly, slowly, I began to see these weird little overlaps. Like the week it talked about ‘clearing the decks’ – literally, that very week, my old water heater gave out, and I had to clear out a whole bunch of old junk from the basement to deal with the flood. Or the one that mentioned ‘reconnecting with old passions’ – and out of nowhere, I found myself digging out my old guitar, which I hadn’t touched in years, and just playing again for hours. It wasn’t about the reading telling me exactly what to do, or even predicting specific events. It was more like it was highlighting a theme, or bringing a certain energy into focus, that was already simmering under the surface of my life. It gave words to feelings I hadn’t quite articulated, or gave me a framework to understand seemingly random events.
It sounds a bit wacky, I know. But it started to feel like a gentle prompt. A reminder to pay attention to certain aspects of my life. If it said ‘focus on home life,’ I found myself naturally spending more time doing house projects or just chilling with the family. If it talked about ‘new beginnings,’ I’d find myself suddenly open to trying a different route to work or experimenting with a new recipe. It wasn’t forcing me, it was just… putting ideas out there. Like a little whisper in the back of my mind.
I started keeping a small, messy journal. Nothing fancy, just scribbling down a couple of key phrases from the weekly reading and then, at the end of the week, jotting down anything that felt connected. It really helped me piece things together. I began to notice patterns in my own behavior, my own moods, how I reacted to different situations. It showed me how much I actually do run on intuition, even when I think I’m being super logical. It was like finally giving myself permission to acknowledge those gut feelings I usually tried to push aside. It helped me listen to myself better, honestly. It’s not about magic, for me anyway. It’s about self-awareness. It’s about taking a moment to reflect on where I am and what’s going on, instead of just bulldozing through life.
