My Tarot Adventure for Love Boost
Alright, woke up feeling that classic Virgo urge. You know the one – overthinking my love life again, picking apart every text and awkward moment from yesterday’s coffee date. Felt stuck in my own head. So, I remembered that dusty tarot deck sitting on my bookshelf.
Found that deck buried under half-read self-help books and receipts. Blew the dust off the box – seriously, actual dust clouds. Told myself, “Okay, deep breath. Just try it. What’s the worst that could happen?” Grabbed my notebook and plonked myself down on the living room floor.
Total mess setting up, honestly. Couldn’t find a quiet spot. Cat kept trying to sit on the cards. Coffee mug nearly went over them twice. Finally shoved the cat gently away (after he took a swipe at The Fool card), spilled a tiny bit of coffee wiping my hands, and managed to spread a scarf out.
This is how I did the reading:
- Shuffled like a maniac. Cards flying everywhere first try. Gathered them up, tried slower.
- Asked super direct: “Cards, how do I stop being my own worst enemy in love right now? Give it to me straight.” Felt kinda silly saying it out loud.
- Pulled three cards face down. Nervously flipped them one by one. Seven of Pentacles, Nine of Swords (ugh), and The Magician.
Okay, time to decipher this mess. Grabbed the little guidebook that came with the deck. Words were fuzzy. Took notes anyway:
- Seven of Pentacles: The gardening card? Guidebook says stop fussing so much over every little interaction. Like checking a plant every hour. Chill.
- Nine of Swords: Yeah, knew it. Classic middle-of-the-night worry card. My brain on overdrive. Confirmed I’m being too hard on myself.
- The Magician: Had resources all along? Confidence? Felt like it was telling me to stop hiding my quirks and actually use them.
The Virgo lightbulb moment: Sitting there cross-legged, staring at those cards. Realized the Nine of Swords was pointing right at my “perfect date” over-planning causing panic. The Seven of Pentacles was yelling at me to STOP ANALYZING EVERY SINGLE TEXT MESSAGE IMMEDIATELY. Let things grow.
The Magician though? That hit different. Remembered that funny hobby I always downplay? Or how I genuinely love organizing things? Maybe stop seeing that as “too much” and see it as… my thing? Something real to share? Mind slightly blown.
So, today’s baby step: Had a text convo brewing with that coffee date person. Normally I’d draft and redraft. Instead, took a breath, thought “What feels genuine RIGHT NOW?” Sent a simple message about something funny I actually saw today, no overthinking the “flirting level”. Didn’t check if it was “delivered” for an hour. Small win. Felt less pressure.
Honestly? Might be placebo, might be magic. Who cares? It clicked. Tarot didn’t predict the future; it just slapped me awake about how I’m getting in my own way. Feels lighter knowing the trick isn’t about fixing everything perfectly… it’s maybe just chilling out and owning the weirdness.
