Weekly word count: 2491 words
I got to write the poignant, breath-holding moment before the rush to the climax last week. There's something immensely satisfying about knowing the pain and heartbreak is all temporary, that the happy ending is just around the corner. It gives me hope when I'm facing difficult times, that maybe my happy ending is on its way.
In other matters, I turned in my first homework assignment in 20 years. I'm out of practice for academic work, but I think I did all right. Hopefully the teacher agrees.
Last week's Tarot reading was the ace of swords (strength in conflict), the page of cups (emotional rebirth), and the eight of coins, reversed (review your career and work). I did a little furniture reshuffling, but I don't know if it counts as a rebirth. On the other hand, it happened because I accepted where matters stood rather than waiting for the situation to change. So maybe a little bit of a rebirth.
This week's reading is less optimistic. I drew the ten of cups for the past, which indicates joy and happiness, along with a sense of completion. For the present, I drew the eight of cups, which represents breaking loose and being aware of possibilities on the horizon. Both of those are pretty good, but for the future, I drew the Emperor, reversed. That position indicates a lack of maturity and preparation.
My first reaction was "I am sooo not immature" but then I thought: maybe a little immaturity isn't such a bad thing. Being the adult all the time is exhausting. We all need play.
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