Woke up this morning feeling kinda blah, like something’s off but couldn’t put my finger on it. Scrolled through my phone while chugging coffee and saw the February 16 horoscope pop up in my feed. Figured why not, maybe it’ll give me some direction today.
Morning Setup
Grabbed my journal and flipped to a blank page. Wrote down the three big categories at the top: Love, Money, Career. Underlined each twice like I always do when I’m serious about tracking stuff. My dog started barking at the mailman right then – took it as a sign to actually focus on this.
Love Section First
The horoscope said: “Old patterns surface today – address them gently.” Honestly almost laughed because me and my partner totally argued last night about laundry. Again. So instead of doing my usual grumpy silent treatment, I tried the “gentle” approach.
- Made her coffee exactly how she likes it (two sugars, splash of oat milk)
- Asked about her weird dream instead of complaining about socks on the floor
Shockingly, we didn’t fight all day. Felt like I hacked the system or something.
Money Stuff
This part was trickier. The advice said “Unexpected windfall but don’t splurge.” Got super hopeful until lunchtime when all that “windfall” turned out to be $5 in an old coat pocket. Still followed the no-splurging part though:
- Walked past the fancy food truck to eat my sad desk salad
- Put that five bucks straight into my car repair jar
Felt like an adult for once. Hate that feeling.
Career Mess
Okay this one said: “Speak up in meetings – your ideas have weight.” Nearly choked. I’ve been avoiding talking in Zoom calls since 2020. But around 3PM during our sprint planning, Karen-from-marketing suggested this terrible influencer collab. My stomach did that rollercoaster drop thing.
- Unmuted my damn self
- Said “What if we just… don’t?” in this weird squeaky voice
- Actually explained why it would suck
Boss paused for like ten seconds then said “Huh. Valid point.” Felt like winning the damn lottery.
End of Day Thoughts
Got home and scribbled all this down before I forgot. Weirdest part? None of this horoscope stuff felt magical – more like permission slips to do what I already knew I should. But hey, laundry didn’t spark World War 3, my car fund got fatter, and Karen didn’t murder me. Calling that a win. Might actually check tomorrow’s too.
