Written in the Stars, Edited by Me: When Your Astrologer Was Right

The Reading

Lately, I’ve been watching my big milestones turn into pebbles. Small, solid reminders I can hold instead of chase.

It’s funny to think back now. It was my birthday, and Jenn had gifted me an astrology reading from the amazing

Hidden Path Astrology.

It was the kind of offering that was unexpected and witchier in genre than their normal shade of gift-giving. The kind that says

I see you’re lost, maybe this will help you find the edges again.

At the time, I was still mostly home with Rex. He wasn’t yet two. My days were high-chair crumbs and freelance scraps,

I was floating & couldn’t tell if I was rebuilding

or just waiting for something to change.

I booked the session for clarity about whether we might grow our family, and if my body would be along for the ride.

What I wanted was permission.

An obvious and enthusiastic hell yes from the stars.

Something that sounded like certainty.

Instead, we started talking about purpose.

The Wrong Question

She started talking about “leadership” and “independence”,

words that sounded foreign to a woman still half-swallowed by nap schedules and self-doubt.

I remember nodding politely while thinking,

Seriously, I asked about fertility, not philosophy.

She talked about new doorways, about how my chart was lit up around learning and teaching.

“You’re meant to be a catalyst for other people.” she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I smiled, scribbled “career???” in the margin of my notebook and smiled like that one emoji that's melting into a puddle.

I waited for the part that might actually apply to my body.

But it never came.

The ASTROLOGER EchoS

I found the recording a few weeks ago while cleaning up old files.

I almost didn’t press play.

But something in me wanted to hear what I couldn’t back then.

It’s wild, listening now.

Every line that spoke about learning, leadership, and transformation wasn’t random, it was a map.

I just didn’t have the coordinates yet.

She said things like: “There’s a lot in your chart about needing to learn something new… a new way to communicate"

At the time, I rolled my eyes and thought, great, another reminder that I’m unfinished.

Now I can see she was describing exactly what would happen.

How I’d start building something of my own, teaching through systems and stories instead of classrooms or courses.

Back then, I thought I was losing my path.

Listening to it today, I can hear my astrological chart claiming it.

The Reframe

She told me, "There’s a need for integrity in what you create, not perfection, integrity.”

Listening now, I can hear the layers I couldn’t then.

I was asking about motherhood;

she was talking about identity.

I was looking for a clear path back into my body;

the stars were pointing toward the work that would come from finally being in it.

"Cancer rising, Scorpio moon — you can’t separate your inside world from your outside world. If you’re going to do something out there, your inner stuff has to line up too." she said.

"Mars in Capricorn is super useful here — it gives you stamina, structure. You can make things real.”

The Return

Fast forward a year and some.

I’m taking meetings and signing contracts with leadership of hospitals and tech companies.

Working 1:1 with the most beautiful, creative humans:

healers, birth workers, changemakers.

Slinging archetype readings that somehow say exactly what my Entraprenotsures need to hear.

I’m making weird art & feeling more creative than ever.

That new form of communication?

It was clearly the work I am doing around Aligned-AI.

I'm conjuring website alchemy.

Designing custom holiday swag for clients I adore.

Catching these uncanny, synchronicities that somehow

lower my overhead and raise my faith at the same time.

I’m amplifying marginalized voices in spaces that rarely make room for them. Watching dreams come true for friends who asked me a few years ago "Could you help us with a logo?"

And I’m still panic-texting that same friend, who also happens to be my accountant, before remembering that this, all of this, is how it was always supposed to be.

And I get to do it one-hundred perfect and at times one-hundred and fifty perfect (if you're lucky), authentically.

That reading didn’t predict my life; it translated it early.

I went in looking for confirmation that we would grow our family.

Instead, I got the call to grow into something else.

Now, I'm finally listening.

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About Amanda — the Entraprenotsure™ behind MYQB. I'm a queer, neurodivergent, recovering perfectionist who built a business out of grief, creativity, and way too many browser tabs. I’m not here to give you a one-size-fits-all formula. I’m here to help amplify your voice, your rhythm, and a way of showing up that feels like you.

I started Mind Your Queer Business for the misfits, the feelers, the overthinkers, and the creatively stubborn—especially those building empires in nap time increments. Around here, we build brands and marketing strategies that actually make sense for who you are, not who the internet told you to be. If you’ve ever felt like entrepreneurship wasn’t built for someone like you, good news: you get to rebuild it.