It’s been a chaotic month for me. I think I’m finally coming to terms with the changes.
Recently, I feel that the Universe has been screaming at me, practically handing me what I need. I think I’m finally listening.
I started a tarot reading business last July. I love reading cards. Always have.
One of the biggest things the last 3 years has taught me is that nothing is forever. From the moment that I type this to the end of ,y time and beyond. Everything changes, even if it seems to stay the same.
My father was not the best of people. I do question if he was as bad as my narcissistic mother made him to be to garner my devotion to her, but I do know there are things about him that weren’t at all okay in society. However, he did, somehow, manage to instill certain beliefs, traits and ideologies I have followed even to this day.
Life is often filled with little signs that try to promt you into action. If you don’t respond to them, they tend to disappear or. ecome a part of the landscape. Then a bigger sign will come by, and another, then a larger one, then maybe a neon one, till eventually, you hit the “DEAD END” sign and all options feel off the table. You’re left scrambling around trying to find anything that looks like a path.
The last two weeks gave been a bit trying and tiring. I’m hoping this next month is better.
March 13th was the last day I went to an office to work. Since then, I have mostly been at home, attempting to stomach the news of the horrible administration that existed at the start of the pandemic, the world in general, and people overall.
I decided to start the journey to reconnect with my pagan spirit a while back ago. Over 6 months, really, when I decided to get back into tarot, intention and general creative visualization. Since these all go hand in hand for me, it made sense.
My rest time is almost over. I have been working at my job, but I mean my internal work. I gave myself until Monday to get things going.