Welcome to Capricorn State of Mind, a series born from reflection, ambition, and the unapologetic embrace of what it means to be a Capricorn. This isnât just a documentation of my journeyâitâs a deliberate sharing of wisdom, resilience, and the formation of a sphere of Unfuckable energy around my life. Iâm leaning into the power of my sign, because yes, Iâm a Capricorn and Iâm posting my sign in this spaceâboldly, fiercely, and without apology. This is about showing up for myself and, in turn, showing up for those who recognize this same power within themselves. Capricorn season is here, but truthfully, we own every season. And now, Iâm inviting you into my worldâinto late nights, quiet moments, bold decisions, and the unwavering pursuit of something bigger. Letâs begin.
Part I: CappiĂŠ in the City
The city always hums late at night. Itâs an endless pulseâcars rolling like whispers, footsteps tapping on wet pavement, someoneâs cigarette glowing in a darkened alley. I never sleep much during Capricorn season. Itâs like the universe sharpens itself, edges gleaming, and I feel it allâambition burning like heat from an open grate, patience coiling in my gut like a snake. Capricorn season doesnât ask for attentionâit demands it.
I walk into the roomâdim lighting, whiskey-soaked air, and the kind of silence only money buys. Itâs the kind of place where people speak without saying anything, where words are negotiations, and eyes are sharper than daggers. The gentleman in the corner catches mine. Heâs been away for yearsâprison, they sayâbut even walls canât cage a Capricorn mind. He sits back, shoulders loose but deliberate, and when he lifts his glass to me, thereâs no smileâjust a knowing look. We speak the same language. Unbreakable. Unshakable. UnFuckable.
Capricorns donât play gamesâwe invent them.
They say weâre cold. Maybe we are. But donât mistake the stillness for weakness. Itâs just the silence before we strike. Thereâs nothing quiet about a Capricorn mind, no matter how calm we look. Weâre always building. Always planning. Youâd think youâre one step ahead, but darling, we built the staircase youâre climbing.
The Gentleman Who Waited
Thereâs something about nostalgia that hits differently during Capricorn season. Maybe itâs the weight of the past meeting the ambition of the present. He and I go backâway backâgrade school days. We lost touch after sixth grade, and life, as it does, carried us in separate directions. Decades later, we reconnected on Facebook, and when we finally saw each other again, it was like stepping into a memoryâmagical, grounding, and just real. A single moment felt like the kind of thing you donât plan for but canât forget.
Heâs incarcerated now, caught up in a crime in the city I once called home, but even through those walls, he inspires me. We talk once, maybe twice a weekâhis voice steady, his words sharp but soothing. Thereâs a calm he brings to me, a kind of grounding that Capricorns understandâquiet strength. Itâs weird, this connection. Itâs magnetic and unnerving, the kind of pull you feel in your bones but canât explain. And thereâs talkâwhispers, reallyâthat he could be released sooner than expected.
And then thereâs me. A Capricorn woman whoâs been single long enough to turn my solitude into an art form. My laptop sits open on the left side of the bed, my glasses perched nearby, snacks lined up like little soldiers, ready for battle. Would I trade my perfectly curated ritualsâmy quiet, delicious solitudeâfor something bigger? Something unpredictable?
Honestly, I donât know. Capricorns thrive on control, but thisâthis is the one thing I canât plan for. Only time will tell if nostalgia turns into something more, or if itâs just another layer to the Capricorn story: the climb, the resilience, and the quiet pull of the past trying to meet the future. For now, Iâll let it lingerâjust like the city at night, full of potential and waiting to see what happens next.
The Travel Mindset
And maybe, just maybe, this series will take us places. A Capricorn doesnât need a passport to travel; we move in our minds, carving pathways to new ideas, uncharted plans, and visions of success so clear you can almost touch them. But imagine thisâCappiĂŠ in the City becomes a movement. A dark, seductive travel through lifeâs quiet lessons. Observations in airports, cities, late-night drives, and whiskey-drenched rooms.
A place where symbols hold weight. A space where ambition lives alongside reflection. Where people learn to connect their stillness to their power.
So tell meâare you seeing it too? The patterns, the plans, the quiet whispers of your own Capricorn state of mind? Maybe youâre feeling the pull to slow down and pay attention. Maybe youâre ready to embrace the patience, the darkness, and the power it takes to become UnFuckable.
Drop a comment, share a thought. Where are you seeing Capricorn energy show up in your life? Are you building something? Watching something unfold? Maybe itâs time to pull out a journalâor better yet, create a space to capture the symbols youâre seeing. Who knowsâmaybe this is the beginning of your own CappiĂŠ in the City story.
Because Capricorn season isnât just a time of yearâitâs a state of mind. A mindset that, once unlocked, changes everything.
And trust me, thereâs no going back.