Man, 2018. That was a weird year for me, you know? I was just trying to figure things out, kinda floating along. And then this idea popped into my head, out of nowhere, about tracking the “Pisces Moon.” Yeah, I know, sounds a bit out there. But a friend of mine, she’s really into all that cosmic stuff, she kept talking about how powerful the moon phases were, especially when it hit your sign. My moon sign is Pisces, so she kept pushing me to just observe it for a year, see what happens. I was skeptical, really. Like, what’s a moon gonna do? But she bugged me enough, and honestly, I had some free time on my hands that year, so I thought, “Why not?”
First, I had to figure out what I was even supposed to track. She just said, “Observe.” Great. Very helpful. So I started digging around online, mostly just typing “Pisces Moon dates 2018” into search engines. There were a few different sites, some super complex, others kinda vague. I just wanted the simple stuff: when was the moon in Pisces, roughly what time, and what kind of energy it was supposed to bring. I didn’t want to get bogged down in all the houses and aspects and whatever else. Just the basic vibe.
I ended up buying this really cheap spiral notebook, like, the kind kids use for school. No fancy journal or anything. And a bunch of colorful pens, because why not make it a bit fun? I started a new page for each month. My plan was to jot down the dates when the moon entered Pisces for that month, and then a few bullet points about what that particular transit was “supposed” to mean for a Pisces Moon person. Then, over those couple of days, I’d just write down how I actually felt, what happened around me, if anything felt different. Super low-tech, super simple.
January Kicked it All Off
So, January 2018 rolled around. I marked it down. The first Pisces Moon period. I remember feeling… well, pretty normal. I wrote that down. “Felt normal.” Not a very insightful start, right? But I stuck with it. I made sure to check my little calendar when the next one was coming. Then the one after that. It became this weird little ritual. I’d grab my coffee, open the notebook, and just think about the past few days. Did I feel more emotional? More creative? More sleepy, which is often my default anyway?
There were months where I really struggled to keep it up. Life gets in the way, right? Sometimes I’d completely forget and then remember a few days later, staring at the blank page feeling guilty. I’d try to backtrack, think really hard: “Okay, what was I doing on X date?” Mostly, I just wrote down, “Forgot to observe, felt kinda scattered.” Which, strangely enough, sometimes felt like a very Pisces Moon thing to happen – being a bit dreamy and forgetting responsibilities.
Around April or May, something shifted. I wasn’t just tracking anymore; I started to actually notice things. For example, there was a consistent pattern of me feeling extra drained or needing more alone time during those specific moon phases. Or sometimes, I’d suddenly feel this overwhelming urge to draw or listen to music, more than usual. And I’d look at my notes, and sure enough, it was a Pisces Moon day. It wasn’t like suddenly the heavens opened up and gave me all the answers, but it was just… interesting. Like connecting dots I hadn’t seen before.
Mid-Year Grumbles and Discoveries
There was this one month, I think it was July, where everything felt really hazy. I was just super confused about a decision I had to make, kept changing my mind. My friend called me, and I was venting, and she just casually asked, “Is the moon in Pisces now?” I checked my notebook, and boom, it was. I mean, maybe it was a coincidence, but it made me pause. It felt like maybe there was something to it, even if it was just me being more attuned to my own natural cycles, using the moon as a prompt.
I didn’t become a full-on astrology guru, not by a long shot. I still messed up. I missed entries. Sometimes I just wrote “Totally lost it today” or “Cried watching a commercial.” And sometimes, the opposite: “Felt super chill and creative.” The notebook started to fill up, a mix of scribbles, half-finished thoughts, and bad handwriting. It was a messy, imperfect record. But it was my record.
By the end of the year, December 2018, I looked back through that little spiral notebook. Page after page of my messy notes. And honestly? It was fascinating. I saw these subtle rhythms in my own moods and energy levels that I’d never paid attention to before. It wasn’t about predicting the future or getting cosmic guidance; it was more like observing my own internal weather system, prompted by the moon. I learned that during those specific times, I was more likely to feel things deeply, or get easily overwhelmed, or have a sudden creative spark. And knowing that, even just a little, made me feel a bit more prepared for whatever mood swing or creative burst was coming my way. It was a simple, goofy practice, but it actually taught me a lot about myself and my own flow.
