So I’ve been digging into tarot cards lately, and yesterday I pulled out my dusty deck from the back shelf. Wiped off the cobwebs, shuffled a few times – man, those cards stick together when they ain’t been used in months. Figured I’d start with one card only, keep it simple. The Jack of Clubs jumped outta the deck while shuffling, like literally flew onto my coffee table. Weird, right?
Since I didn’t remember squat about this card, I flipped open my notebook and scribbled “JACK OF CLUBS” at the top in all caps. Grabbed three different tarot books I bought at a yard sale last summer. Started skimming through the pages, licking my finger every time I turned a page like some old librarian. All three books said similar stuff about this card:
- Dude’s basically a messenger – shows up when news or gossip’s coming your way
- Young guy full of energy, but kinda immature or impulsive sometimes
- Clubs mean ACTION – not about feelings or money, just doing things
Funny thing – all books mentioned brown hair. Checked my card again, yup, artist drew the Jack with messy brown curls. Even the little club symbols on his outfit looked like awkwardly drawn three-leaf clovers. Wonder if that artist was drunk.
Now for the actual reading part. Cleared my kitchen table – moved the cereal box and unpaid bills aside. Lit this vanilla candle my sister gave me, ’cause why not. Did that “grounding” thing where you take three deep breaths and pretend your butt roots into the chair. Felt silly but did it anyway.
Asked out loud: “What’s this card wanna tell me TODAY?” Shuffled slow, trying not to drop cards everywhere. Pulled two companion cards to go with Mr. Jack of Clubs – got the Six of Cups and The Tower. Jesus, that Tower card always looks like lightning striking a building.
Here’s how I pieced it together:
- Jack of Clubs = someone youngish (maybe my nephew?) about to cause some stir
- Six of Cups = nostalgia or childhood stuff popping up
- The Tower = sudden chaos coming but necessary shake-up
Put down the book interpretations and just stared at the cards. Realized – my nephew’s been bugging me about cleaning out grandma’s attic. Bet he’s gonna find some childhood toy or embarrassing photos tomorrow. That’ll stir up family drama for sure (hello, Tower moment). Told myself I ain’t answering the phone when mom calls about it.
Final step? Wrote everything in my bullet journal with that leaky blue pen. Drew a little club symbol next to today’s date. Blew out the candle – smelled like burnt sugar now. Honestly? Tarot’s still confusing as hell to me, but that Jack of Clubs felt specific.
Wanna know the kicker? Woke up today to twelve texts from my sister about my nephew finding my old punk rock phase photos in the attic. Family group chat’s blowing up. Sometimes this stuff works in the dumbest ways.
