Alright, so I actually pulled out my Rider-Waite deck this morning feeling kinda stuck, you know? Needed some fresh perspective. Grabbed my worn journal, spilled coffee on the corner like always, and just shuffled those cards heavy. Felt the edges catch on my fingers.
Why The New Beginnings Card Hit Different Today
See, yesterday? Total disaster. Locked my keys in the car again while rushing to beat parking enforcement, ticket slapped right there like a slap to the face. Felt like life was shouting “NOPE!” at me. So shuffling, I kept thinking, “Man, I need SOMETHING to flip this script.” Cut the deck three times – felt important. Top card? The freaking New Beginnings card. Like it was waiting for me.
Here’s how it unfolded:
- First Look: Honest? Thought “Yeah right, another beginning?” Felt cynical. But remembered my rule: Don’t judge the pull, just explore it.
- Physical Feel: Turned it over slow. Sunlight hit the artwork just right – that sunrise, the couple walking towards it… actually felt a tiny shift in my chest. Weird.
- Journal Prompt Time: Wrote down: “Where does my life feel most stale?” Started scribbling:
- Job: Stale bread. Same tasks, zero spark.
- Morning Routine: Snooze button addict. Dragging feels.
- Creativity: Locked box. Can’t find the key.
- The Card’s Questions: Cards gotta ask you stuff. Stared at it and asked myself the meanings that jumped out:
- “What ending HAVE I avoided?” = Ouch. Maybe quitting that soul-sucking project.
- “What starting feels scary?” = Posting my writing anywhere. Terrifying.
- “Where am I pretending change isn’t possible?” = That promotion? Yeah.
Felt heavy. Wrote down one small action: “Email boss about training options tomorrow. Not next week. TOMORROW.” Pencil snapped pressing too hard. Symbolic, right?
The Unexpected Twist (Life Loves Irony)
Plot twist! Boss calls at lunch. Guess what? That project I hated? Funding got cut. Gone. Just like that. My throat went dry. Remembered the card. Ended up telling them “Actually… maybe a new role, like writing internal reports?” They paused. Said “Proposal it.” Heart hammered like mad.
So that “one small action”? Started outlining the proposal tonight. Blank page wasn’t so scary with that new sunrise picture stuck in my head. Card stays propped by my keyboard. Feels… different now. Less theory, more muscle. Not magic, just a shove when I needed shoving.
