1: Two of Pentacles (Upright) – Relationship to Self
Are you overcommitted and overwhelmed? Running on a white-knuckled desire to do (be) enough, surviving on spite and spit and bubble gum and a spell you found online? I figured. Now, this isn’t a read—it’s a tarot reading. That means I’m just some dumb bitch sitting on the other end of these words, armed by the luck of the draw and a desire (pathological need) to believe in magik. But consider this a gentle sign that you might be relying on busyness to feel whole. If that’s working for you, don’t let me stop you. But if not, join the club, and, I don’t know, try canceling some plans. I hear the high of flaking is worth the guilt of disappointing everyone.
2: Five of Cups (Reversed) – Admirable Qualities
It doesn’t take a psychic to know that being a human is hard. Of course, the exact hardness of humaning varies, but I’m not here to measure the size of your suffering. Look at you! You’re still here! Albeit with a peppering of indigestion, a pinch of self-diagnosed PTSD, and a pint of dark humor as your sole healthy(ish) coping mechanism for enduring this hellscape. Still, the Five of Cups tells us that yes, you may be a grade-A unstable, about-to-book-a-ticket-to-grippy-sock-vacation mess. Or you might be thriving despite it all. (In which case, screw you and your boundless resilience.) Regardless, I’m getting the sense that you are being asked to acknowledge whatever it is that you have been through. Maybe frame those grippy socks or whatever talisman of your endurance suits you.
3: Ace of Wands (Down) – Disowned Self
Let me ask you: how’s that existential crisis treating you? Good? Great. Don’t get me wrong, thinking of ~the future~ is terrifying. And that busyness I mentioned earlier? That may or may not be a way to avoid thinking about that terror entirely. And that’s fine. It’s not like you aren’t being rewarded for your busyness (something something capitalism, etc.). But the Ace of Wands warns us that staying in constant motion can also lead to a certain kind of stagnation—the paralysis you encounter at the end of a completed to-do list, where you find yourself asking why you did it all in the first place. Unfortunately, you’re shit outta luck if you’re seeking answers to this problem here. What I can say is you’ve kept these worries cooped up in the shadows for long enough. They could do with stretching their legs a little and getting a touch of vitamin D. Try it. Bless (or hex) me later.
