I Can’t Stop Reading My Horoscope
At this stage in my life, I am looking for small pockets of delight. It’s tough to wake up, read the headlines, look in the mirror, and try not to be pessimistic. On those particularly difficult days, I read what’s up next for Sagittarius, because 2026 is a recalibration year, whatever that means.
I’m a fan, not a true believer of what appears legitimate but supported by zero evidence, and yet my curiosity about what the stars and planets want to tell us is as vast as that universe. Psychologist and writer, Martin Seligman, shares, “The psychological function of hope operates independently of whether its source is scientifically valid.”
Not wedded to astrologers’ prognostications, I glean what I need and toss the rest. If I read, “Today is a day of abundance,” I’m sauntering, smiling at strangers. If faced with “Bad sh*t will happen, stay in bed,“ I scoff at the curse and kick off the sheets.
I’m drawn to the psychological benefits of hope as my anchor and lens. The whimsy! The possibilities! The audacity to embrace a quality like “lucky” (that’s me, Sagittarius), because I so want it to be true. I feel powerful denying pessimism in a big voice.
Almanac.com states that astrology can be traced back to the Babylonians, a civilization deeply interested in mathematics and the heavenly bodies. They created tables to trace the stars, which became the 12 zodiac signs. This knowledge then moved across to Egypt and Greece, and from there it grew.
The ancient philosophers approved of astrology. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me. We all need things that remind us we have choices, of what’s possible, but feels out of reach.
My forever bestie, Becca, will ask, “What is happening with Gemini today?” and I’ll say, “Girl, today Gemini is a racoon who gets into everything, figures things out fast, turns things upside down, and moves on.” This ☝️ is Becca, in all her gloriously, lovely mess. Other friends adore it when I share their horoscope’s good news. I see the change in demeanor as I read a line or two. None of us are immune to the joy of being invited to imagine our dreams taking shape. We need a vehicle to bring us back to our proper place of the one who envisions and the one who can implement.
Write your own one-line “horoscope” for tomorrow — the kind you’d actually want to read.