The Reversed Wheel of Fortune: How I Kicked My Own Arse to Get Things Moving
I pulled the Reversed Wheel of Fortune in a love reading a few months back, and let me tell you, it felt like a punch to the gut. That card, right there, is not just bad luck. It’s that horrible, sinking feeling when you realize you’re stuck in the same crap cycle, repeating the same mistakes, dating the same kind of low-effort jerk, and nothing, absolutely nothing, is moving forward. It’s cosmic stagnation. I hate that feeling. I felt like the universe had slapped a giant “DO NOT PASS GO” sign right across my forehead.
I was done. Completely done with being the victim of “fate.”
The Mess That Forced My Hand
This wasn’t just some casual reading. This card showed up when I was trying to figure out why I was consistently getting ghosted after third dates. Consistently! I had dated five people in a row, all great until that exact point. Then: silence. Or they would suddenly get “too busy.” I was starting to believe I was cursed or maybe just fatally boring.
But the real anger came from a totally different failure that happened last year. I was supposed to move to a new city, had the whole deal lined up—new apartment, a killer job offer, the works. Two weeks before the move, the job went belly up, claiming “restructuring.” The landlord pulled the apartment, claiming a family emergency. Every single domino I had carefully lined up for six months just collapsed. I was left staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out if there was a cosmic joke being played entirely at my expense. That failure, that utter lack of control, made me realize that the reversed card wasn’t lying. Things were out of my control, and I was just letting it happen.
I decided right there I wasn’t just going to wait for the Wheel to spin forward. I was going to grab the spokes and force the damn thing myself.
My Three-Step Practice to Force Momentum
I didn’t do a fancy candle ritual or chant some Sanskrit. I did three things that required actual work and physical action. This was about doing, not just manifesting.
Step One: Acknowledging the Ugliness
I grabbed a cheap spiral notebook and a black Sharpie. I didn’t write down what I wanted. I wrote down every single piece of baggage, every resentment, and every self-pitying thought that had been rattling around in my head. I’m talking raw, nasty stuff. I wrote about the ex who cheated, the job that rescinded the offer, and the fear that I was going to end up alone drinking warm beer on a Friday night. It was an ugly list, full of toxic energy. I finished it, shut the book, and didn’t look at it again for 48 hours.
Step Two: Forcing the Center of Control
The Wheel reversing means the energy is stuck outside of you, right? I needed to pull the energy back in. I told myself that for one solid week, I would do something physically demanding every single day that had nothing to do with finding a partner. I stopped checking my phone for texts. I literally unplugged my dating apps. I didn’t contact anyone. I started running. I went to the gym and lifted heavy things. The focus wasn’t getting skinny or meeting someone at the gym. The focus was forcing the momentum to spin in my direction again. Every painful kilometer I ran, I was telling the universe, “I am the engine now. You don’t get to control this.”
- Physical Action: Running 5K every morning, no matter what.
- Energetic Block: Total social media and dating app detox.
- Mental Re-programming: Every time I felt sad about being ghosted, I immediately shifted the thought to planning my next workout.
Step Three: The Final Rip and Clarity
A week later, I drove out to a huge open field near my town. I reread the ugly list in the spiral notebook. It honestly made me cringe, but reading it felt like giving it permission to exist one last time. Then, I didn’t burn it—that seemed too dramatic. I physically and methodically ripped every single page out, one by one, into tiny little pieces. I threw the pieces into the wind. I didn’t ask for a new lover; I demanded a new flow. I literally screamed, “I’m done with this crap!” into the empty field. It was messy, it felt ridiculous, but it was cathartic.
The Result: I Grabbed the Axle
Here’s the thing: The very next day, one of those “too busy” guys texted me, practically frantic, trying to apologize and re-engage. The old me would have jumped on it, desperate for validation. But because I had spent a week creating my own flow, I didn’t need his energy anymore. I was too busy planning my weekend hike.
I politely shut him down. And that was the shift. The Wheel of Fortune reversed wasn’t bad luck. It was a giant, cosmic neon sign telling me that my life was stalled because I was waiting for things to happen to me. By taking those aggressive, practical steps, I didn’t magically get a perfect partner, but I did something much better: I became the driver. I got back in control of my own damn time and energy. Now, when I do a reading and that card shows up reversed, I don’t feel dread. I feel a call to action. It’s the universe challenging you, and you just have to kick back harder.
