So today I decided to tackle my monthly Virgo moon reading. Honestly? Felt like the universe was screaming at me to get organized. Started by clearing my tiny work desk – shoved all those random receipts and half-empty coffee cups into a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Grabbed my moonology journal, that little purple notebook looking all neglected on the bookshelf.
Setting Up the Vibe
Dimmed the lights in my room, okay more like I just turned off the big light and kept my cheap salt lamp on. Lit this lavender candle from the dollar store. The smell stuck around. Plopped down on my worn-out yoga mat, crossed my legs. Didn’t even try sitting properly. Pulled out my oracle cards – felt kinda slick under my fingers. Just held the deck for a minute, taking deep breaths that probably sounded like sighs. Tried whispering “what does Virgo season need me to know?” Felt silly, kept going.
Flipping Cards & Trying Not to Freak Out
Shuffled the deck way harder than needed, dropped like three cards. Classic me. Scooped ’em up, finally pulled these three:
- First card: “Release Control.” Snorted. Me? Controlling? Never! Stared at that card like it insulted my mama.
- Second card: “Healing Hands.” Immediately looked down at my own hands. Felt nothing. Just felt confused.
- Third card: “Sacred Planning.” Oh NOW we’re talking. My brain perked up like a dog hearing the treat bag.
The “Aha” Moment (Kinda)
Scribbled notes like mad in the journal – messy words, lots of arrows. Started connecting the dots: That “Release Control” card bugged me. Maybe… it’s about all those unfinished projects stressing me out? Like I gotta LET GO of obsessing over doing them perfect? Just start? Felt like a punch to the gut. Real talk. “Healing Hands” – okay universe, what, I gotta actually REST? Actually take breaks? Gross. But probably true. My hands look tired. “Sacred Planning” screamed at me about my chaotic to-do list scribbled on sticky notes everywhere. Time for ONE notebook, maybe.
Finished the reading feeling… lighter? But also annoyed? Like my own brain was fighting itself. Left hand wrestling my right hand. Did some forced deep breathing again. Blew out the candle. Smell hung in the air. Wrote one big sentence in the journal: “Virgo season needs me to chill TF out and stop rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.” There it was. My messy moon lesson.
