Man, I remember those days. Every Sunday night, or sometimes Monday morning if I was running late, I’d fire up the old desktop. Didn’t even have a decent phone back then, just this clunky old thing. MSN homepage, boom. Right there, staring me in the face, was that little horoscopes link. And me, being a Pisces, you bet I clicked that sucker every single time. It was like a little ritual, you know?
I wasn’t really a believer, not in the “stars dictating my life” kinda way, but it was a comfort. A tiny peek into what the week might hold. Most of the time, it was just generic stuff. “A new opportunity will present itself.” “Be careful with your finances.” “Communicate clearly.” Like, duh, who isn’t trying to do those things? But every now and then, something would hit different. Something vague enough to resonate, but specific enough to make me think, “Whoa, how did they know?”
That was especially true back when I was really trying to figure things out. After I kinda messed up that gig at the hardware store, you know, the one where I totally miscounted the inventory for a whole month straight? Yeah, that one. I was pretty adrift. Didn’t know what I wanted to do, didn’t know where I was going. My old man was on my case, my girlfriend at the time was getting antsy, asking about “the future” and all that jazz. I was just stuck, man. Drowning in uncertainty.
So, every week, I’d check that MSN Pisces horoscope like it held some secret map. I’d read it, reread it, try to interpret every single sentence. “An unexpected encounter could change your perspective.” “Don’t be afraid to take a leap of faith.” I was dissecting these things, trying to force them to fit whatever weird situation I found myself in. I was desperate for a sign, anything to tell me which way to turn.
One particular week, it said something like, “Your creative energies are at their peak. Explore new avenues for expression.” And I remember scoffing. Creative? Me? The guy who couldn’t even draw a stick figure without it looking like a deformed alien? But then, later that week, my buddy Mike called me up. He was starting a little band, just garage stuff, right? And their drummer bailed. He knew I used to mess around with an old drum kit when I was a kid, so he just asked if I wanted to jam. I figured, why not? What else was I doing?
I went over to his place, dusted off those old sticks. And man, something just clicked. It wasn’t about being a rock star or anything, it was just… fun. Pure, unadulterated fun. We weren’t good, not by a long shot, but we were making noise, making something together. It felt like I was actually doing something, creating something, instead of just sitting around wondering what the hell to do with my life. That little horoscope, whether it was pure coincidence or not, kinda pushed me in a direction I wouldn’t have considered myself.
That wasn’t the end of my struggles, not by a long shot. The band thing fizzled out after a few months, like most garage bands do. But that feeling, that spark of actually doing something instead of just waiting for something, it stuck with me. It made me realize that maybe “what’s next” wasn’t something you just read about on a website. It wasn’t some predetermined path laid out in the stars.
I started thinking about what I actually enjoyed. What made me feel that kind of spark. It wasn’t stocking shelves, that’s for sure. It wasn’t just sitting around. I liked tinkering, I liked taking things apart and trying to put them back together. Didn’t always work, mind you, but the process was interesting. So, I started looking into vocational stuff. Something hands-on. None of the horoscopes ever said, “Go apply for an HVAC apprenticeship, Pisces!” But that’s kinda where I ended up.
Taking My Own Reins
It was a long haul. Went to night school, worked odd jobs during the day. Had to learn a whole bunch of stuff I never thought I’d understand. Wiring diagrams, thermodynamics, all that complicated junk. My brain felt like it was gonna explode some days. But I kept at it. There were plenty of times I wanted to quit, just throw in the towel and go back to doing whatever was easiest. But that feeling from the band, that feeling of making my own path, it kept pushing me.
- I started talking to guys who were already in the trade.
- I read every book I could get my hands on, even the super dry ones.
- I practiced, even if it meant taking apart my old fridge for the tenth time.
Slowly but surely, I started getting better. I started understanding things. I started feeling like I actually had a handle on something. And when I finally got my certification, it felt like a bigger accomplishment than any horoscope prediction could ever foretell.
So, what’s next for “msn weekly horoscope pisces”? Honestly, I haven’t checked it in years. I still see the links sometimes, pop up on my feed or whatever. But I don’t click ’em anymore. Not because I think they’re stupid, or because I’m some kinda anti-astrology crusader. Nah, it’s just that I realized “what’s next” is something I gotta go out and figure out for myself. It’s not a prediction, it’s a creation. You gotta roll up your sleeves, make some mistakes, and just keep moving forward. That’s the real next step for any of us, I reckon.
