Okay, so this morning I brewed my coffee – extra strong, you know how Mondays are – and hopped on Yahoo to peek at the Aries horoscope. Gotta admit, I was kinda dragging after a rough Sunday. Figured maybe the stars had some juice for me.
First thing I spotted was the lucky color: electric blue. Seriously? My closet’s basically a graveyard of black tees. Dug around and found this old faded blue hoodie buried underneath laundry mountain. Threw it on – wrinkled and everything. Felt a bit silly, but hey, commitment!
Next up: “Speak up in a meeting before noon”. Big yikes. I’m usually the quiet one in Zoom calls. But around 11 AM, our team was brainstorming project timelines. My stomach did a flip, but I blurted out: “What if we shifted the testing phase earlier?” Total silence for three seconds… then my boss goes, “Huh. Actually not bad.” Felt like winning a scratch-off ticket.
Then there was the lucky number thing: 7. Went full goofball with it. Drank exactly 7 sips of water every hour (set phone alarms like a madman). Took the stairs instead of the elevator – 7th floor, my legs hated me. Even bought exactly 7 stamps at the post office. Zero clue if 7s mattered, but it kept me weirdly focused.
Last tip: “Avoid indecision”. Normally I’d agonize over takeout for an hour. Tonight? Saw a sushi place, walked straight in, ordered the first roll that looked shiny. Bam. Done. No regret spiral. Felt… powerful. And the salmon was decent.
Did the hoodie magically make me rich? Nah. But that meeting win? Legit. The forced “action over angst” vibe? Cleared my head. Worth the wrinkled blue experiment? Totally. Might steal that number trick on lazy Wednesdays too. Stars: 0; Mildly Entertained Human: 1.
