When I started writing this post on January 3, the year was off to a rocky start. But every astrology report and horoscope out there says 2026 is going to be a big year for Pisces (that’s me!). So despite the bumps, I’m embracing the new year and my spiritual side … I think things are already turning around.
Starting 2026 off on a bad note seemed fitting, given how 2025 ended for me. To refresh your memory: Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I was in and out of the ER three times because of complications from the flu.
During this time, my husband fell and smashed his face, requiring his own trip to the ER for stitches. Then, just as we were both getting back on our feet, our furnace died — leaving us without heat for six days.
Finally feeling healthy again (and warm, thanks to our new furnace), I planned to close out the year on my couch. No spectacular New Year’s Eve plans. Just dinner at home with a movie. In sweats and a top knot. Asleep by 10pm.
Unfortunately, that’s not exactly how the night went.
While chopping vegetables for dinner, I sliced my finger. Badly. Like, really badly. I couldn’t get the blood to stop, but I was determined not to go to the ER again.
The next day — January 1 — my finger was still oozing blood, 20 hours later. So against my will and better judgment, I started 2026 in, you guessed it, the ER.
Worst decision ever.
After nearly five hours of being ignored, I was discharged with nothing more than some blood clotting foam and a big Band-Aid. No cleaning. No tetanus shot. No stitches. The cut was deep enough, but it had been more than 24 hours by the time a doctor saw me. Too late to stitch without risking infection.
Definitely a sh*tty start to the year — but at least the universe has a sense of humor. I left the hospital with my wrapped left middle finger sticking straight up. A literal f*ck you to everyone I passed.
How utterly perfect.
Despite the fact that my middle finger is still stuck in this (humorous) position, my luck is turning around.
Yesterday, I found a 50-year-old savings bond for $200 in a box in my dressing room. It was addressed to me from my (now deceased) aunt, Sally. I have no idea why she gave it to me. (I was only four years old at the time it was issued.) My parents don’t know either. The date doesn’t sync up with my birthday, a holiday, or even a big religious event like my Baptism or First Communion. It remains a mystery.
I cashed in that savings bond for over $1,000 on January 5.
I’m not saying Aunt Sally was a fortune teller or seer, but my horoscope does say I’m going to attract abundance in 2026. Maybe finding that bond is just the beginning. If so, keep it coming!
In the meantime, I’m going to search all my old boxes now … You never know what treasures you’ll find.
Cheers to a year of abundance and fun surprises!🥂
—LJDT
