I’ve always told tarot clients that the changes they need to make will come to them when they’re ready, and not a moment before. I’ve recently quit smoking (29 days, 6 hours, 5 minutes ago) and I tried before the last cig, and it just never worked. I wasn’t ready, so it was like talking to someone who is on fire. They can’t hear you, man. They’re on fire.
So you wait for the fire to go out, and then you see what’s left over. You take a deep breath, and you start from ashes. It’s the Tower card, really.
This year has been difficult for me just like all of you. I’ve been unemployed since March, and started the quarantine with a slight psychotic break due to SSRI withdrawal, and recently went through nicotine withdrawal. In between the two, I’ve been focusing on my kids, on my guy, and on what I really want in my life.
I want to be strong. I want to feel more physically confident. I want to not need a stupid cane when I go grocery shopping because of my stupid back being stupid.
I’ve thought about it a lot in the past. I got the recumbent bike that became a hangout for the cats. I was all, “This is the last you’ll see of me, McDonalds!” and well, life gets life-y and fries are good. But I just turned 46, and I managed to quit smoking, so I think that I can get well, too. I’ve also had to buy a bigger size of jeans for the first time in 20 years of being the same size, and that just pissed me off. I don’t care what I weigh, and I don’t care what other’s think of me, but as god as my witness, I WILL NOT GO SHOPPING.
SO – this begins a year long quest, aided by the tarot, to get well. I’ll be concentrating more on teaching tarot this year in the newsletters, and it’s going to be tied to my quest. #WellCynova begins on January 1st, and I’m excited to see how it’s going to turn out.
I’ll lay out how I’m going to use the tarot cards to get well, and there will be a blog that you can sign up for if you wanna – I’m going to use it as a daily journal kinda thing.
And now that all you guys know about it, I really have to do it. Shit.
Wish me luck, and happy new year.