Tarot

I got my cards read on Friday night. Surprisingly, I do remember most of what was said to me, even though my blood probably had a level of alcohol well above the lawful driving limits. How very much irresponsible of me! But wait…I forgot. I do not have a car. Who needs one in New York anyway? Don’t you LOVE New York????

This was the second time in my life I do this card-reading thingy, and I think it’s mainly because the nuns at school used to tell us that it was a sin. I don’t remember exactly why, but that’s what they said, and me being the very naïve and obedient little girl that I was (yes, I was one once! I’m telling you!), did not go near any tarot card readers, or astrologers or gypsies or anything of that sort, because I did not want to go to oh-so-scary hell. That’s the same reason why I did not let boys go to second base until I was almost an adult and became a bit less naïve and obedient. Hey, better late than never, right?

I do not particularly believe in these “divination” things, but both times they have been scarily on point, telling me exactly what I needed to hear. Maybe they were just really good behavioral psychologists, but I’d rather think that maybe it was a way for someone to give me a message that I refuse to listen to on my own. The first time, she told me that I was not going to go to Cambridge University for my masters, but that I was still studying a masters. Just not across the ocean. She also told me that I was going to marry a long distance boyfriend and that I’d better fix things up with the women in my family, because time was not on my side.

This time, the card reader told me that I must quit the status quo and embrace my creative energy to be truly happy. That I must stop being content with the way things are and push beyond my comfort zone, so things can become the way I dream them to be. To look in unusual places. To dream bigger. Better. Which is exactly, again, what I needed to hear. Now, I’m not particularly great at following through, especially when we are talking about getting me out of my comfort zone. But if I want to be really happy and make something out of this life of mine, I already know where to start. And that, my friends, is the best thing of all. Unfortunately, you need courage, and it is not my specialty. But the cards are on the table, and they look so pretty!