Honestly? Never thought I’d be writing about tarot cards. My buddy Dave kept pestering me, telling me I needed to “get in touch with my intuition” or whatever. Figured it was mostly hype, just pretty pictures. But then the Five of Hearts showed up yesterday during my morning coffee ritual, and it kinda slapped me in the face.
My Skeptical Start
Okay, so first thing: I did not go looking for this. I was just grabbing my usual mug, trying to wake up, and Dave’s gift deck was sitting there gathering dust. Thought, “Why not? Maybe Dave was onto something. Worst case, I waste five minutes.” I shuffled, probably too roughly, cards clattering on the kitchen counter. Just focused on the stuff buzzing in my head – you know, minor annoyances. That work email that felt passive-aggressive? Yeah, that one. The vague dread about bills.
Then I yanked a card out. Turned it over. Five of Hearts. Stared at it. Five broken hearts. Immediately felt like it was yelling at me. “Get a grip! Look!”
What I Actually Felt & Saw
Here’s where it got weirdly specific. The card didn’t scream “big tragedy” to me. It felt… heavier? Like a dull ache. Like carrying way too many grocery bags at once.
- Heart #1: That dumb argument with my partner yesterday about taking the trash out. That lingering oof feeling afterwards.
- Heart #2: The bill I forgot to pay until the red reminder notice arrived. Not crushing, just annoying, weighing me down.
- Heart #3: Feeling left out seeing my friends hang out on social media while I was too tired to move.
- Heart #4: The constant background hum of work stress.
- Heart #5: Worrying about my mom’s cough she insists is “just allergies.”
Individually? Manageable. Mostly small potatoes. But all piled on top of each other? Like carrying bricks in my chest. That card nailed the feeling: accumulated small sadnesses.
Did Anything Change?
Honestly? Kinda. Seeing all those little heartaches laid out like that? It made me stop just gritting my teeth and pushing through. I actually did three things:
- Texted my partner: Said “Hey, sorry about yesterday, felt crummy.” Got a simple “S’all good
- Paid that damn bill: Took 2 minutes online. The physical act of clicking “pay now” was like dropping one of those bricks.
- Made a dumb phone call: Called my mom. Didn’t lecture her about the cough, just asked how the roses she planted are doing. Listened.
It wasn’t magic. Bills are still bills. Work still looms. But acknowledging that pile of small stuff instead of just ignoring it? Yeah, that helped. The tightness eased.
Weird Coincidence or What?
Maybe I just needed an excuse to handle the little stuff. Maybe shuffling cards forces your brain to slow down and actually see the garbage pileup. Who knows? All I know is, that battered little Five of Hearts picture resonated in a way I totally didn’t expect. It wasn’t about a single heart-wrenching blow. It was about taking off one heavy backpack filled with tiny rocks. I feel less weighed down today. Still skeptical? Yeah. But also… weirdly glad I grabbed that deck.
