Okay so this morning I was scrolling through my astrology app, right? Coffee in hand, still kinda half-asleep. July’s forecast for Taurus popped up, and I thought, “Eh, maybe I should actually USE this info instead of just nodding along.” Taurus here, always low-key annoyed by vague predictions. Wanted something practical. So here’s what I actually did with my July horoscope.
The Messy Start
First off, I grabbed my planner – the physical one, yeah, old school. Flipped to July. Blank pages staring back. My horoscope said stuff like “focus on finances” and “nurture relationships.” Super generic. Annoying. Instead of just reading it, I decided to break it down week by week.
Here’s the messy bullet point dump from my notebook page:
- Week 1: “Check $$$, bills?? Talk to partner re: budget?” (Thanks, horoscope, for the blindingly obvious advice)
- Week 2: “Social energy high?? Schedule drinks w/ Alex + Sam? Maybe call parents finally?”
- Week 3: “Focus on ME time?? Spa? Nah, just book massage or get plants” (Yeah, buying plants counts as self-care, fight me)
- Week 4: “Wrap up projects. Clear the damn desk.” Seriously, my workspace looks post-apocalyptic.
Right? Nothing revolutionary. But actually writing tasks down made it feel less like cosmic nonsense and more like a vaguely useful to-do list.
The Actual Action Bits
So, week 1 rolled in. Instead of vaguely “focusing on finances,” I sat down Sunday night (with pizza, obviously) and did the adult thing: I logged into all my bank accounts. Painful. Found two subscriptions I totally forgot about – $15 bucks a month down the drain for some meditation app I used twice. Cancelled those suckers immediately. Called my partner over and said, “Look, horoscope says talk money. We need to actually talk budget.” We did. Lasted 20 minutes. We agreed on eating out less. A win! Thanks, stars.
Week 2? Social vibes, they said. I used it as an excuse to finally text Alex and Sam about grabbing beers. Put it in the planner for next Friday. Check. Also called my mom Tuesday night while doing laundry. Killed two birds with one stone – chatting and chores. Practical Taurus heaven.
When Reality (and Laziness) Hit
Week 3 was the “self-care” week. Horoscope said “recharge.” Me? Wanted to nap. But I remembered my plants need care too. So Wednesday after work, I dragged myself to the garden center. Bought a snake plant and some potting soil. Spent an hour repotting while listening to trashy pop music. Felt oddly good. Didn’t book a spa. Plants were cheaper. Win.
Week 4 is next week. “Wrap up projects,” they say. Okay. The goal is simple: Deal with the disaster zone that is my desk. Three piles. Goal: one pile. Maybe two. Taurus standards are flexible when chocolate is involved.
The Ugly Part
It wasn’t all smooth sailing. Wednesday week 2, I blew the budget eating out because I was too tired to cook. Felt like failing the horoscope. The “nurture relationships” chat with my partner? Ended with a mini-argument about whose turn it was to unload the dishwasher. Predictable.
Point is, the horoscope wasn’t magic. It was just a small nudge. Like a cosmic post-it note saying, “Hey, maybe think about this stuff this month.”
Final Takeaway
So yeah, my “Taurus July Explained” experiment? Honestly, kinda useful. Took 10 minutes one morning to scribble notes. Then maybe spent another 30-60 minutes total across the weeks actually doing the things I noted down based on the vibes. Didn’t cost anything. Didn’t require crystals or chanting. Just used it as a gentle reminder to handle practical life stuff I’d probably avoid otherwise. Taurus approved. Mostly.
Now, bring on week 4 and the desk purge. Godspeed, future me. Godspeed.
