Lately, I've been trying to get to the bottom of a funny habit I picked up in the last few years: treating my anxiety with horoscope columns. Every few months, when work gets overwhelming or I spend too much time thinking about the future or develop a poorly-timed crush, I start to compulsively read my horoscope, and the horoscopes of my loved ones. I find this practice incredibly soothing, in someone else's predictions, I'm finally able to calm the storm in my brain and look within myself for a solution.