So, I’m a Taurus and honestly, love stuff this year felt kinda stuck. Saw people talking about Venus moving into Leo last month, figured why not try following that “where Venus brings luck” horoscope advice for once.
The Setup Phase
First thing Thursday morning, I rolled outta bed and opened my astrology app. Scrolled straight to the Taurus section – it kept babbling about “social spaces lit by golden hour sunlight” and “creative hobbies.” Took my coffee outside squinting at my yard thinking, “Yeah right, like I’ll bump into my soulmate near the compost bin.”
Grabbed an old notebook and made a dumb checklist:
- Visit 3 new art galleries (Venus loves creativity or whatever)
- Actually say yes to rooftop parties (social spaces with sunlight? Ugh fine)
- Wear gold eyeshadow Wednesday nights (Leo placement thing – looked crazy but whatever)
Actually Doing the Stuff
Week one sucked. Went to that modern art exhibit downtown – spilled kombucha on my shirt while staring at a painted shovel. Zero potential partners, just some dude mansplaining cubism. Almost bailed when Sarah invited me to her coworker’s rooftop thing that weekend. But nah, went anyway wearing that sparkly gold makeup looking like a disco ball.
That’s where Mike popped up. He was grilling burgers complaining about charcoal being too “high maintenance” – total Taurus humor right? We got talking about our cursed succulent collections. Then he goes, “My sister’s pottery studio has a sunset view from the wheel, wanna check it out?” Felt like the damn horoscope punched me in the face.
The Weirdly Accurate Part
Turns out his sister’s studio has these massive west-facing windows – golden hour literally hitting the clay while we tried making mugs last week. Venus was basically screaming at that point. Been grabbing coffee with Mike every Wednesday since, still wearing that stupid gold eyeshadow even though it flakes into my latte.
Biggest surprise? I never told him about following astrology stuff. Last night he randomly brings me this ugly hand-sculpted Taurus bull “for good luck.” Felt like the universe just dropped a mic.
