My Morning Coffee and Cards Ritual
Woke up today still thinking about that confusing text message from my crush last night. You know how it is – mind buzzing with “what ifs”. Figured since I pulled The Magician card yesterday for my love question, might as well actually try making sense of it like I keep telling my followers to do.
Step 1: Staring at That Damn Card
Grabbed my worn-out Rider-Waite deck from the coffee-stained kitchen counter. Flipped straight to The Magician – dude standing there all confident with his fancy table of symbols. Spent like 10 solid minutes just eyeballing it while my oatmeal got cold. Noticed three things that suddenly clicked:
- His right hand pointing up holding that magic wand
- Red robe screaming “passion energy” to my sleepy brain
- Infinity symbol floating above his head like a thought bubble
Step 2: Relating It to My Messy Love Life
Started scribbling in my junk journal with a half-dried marker. Realized that wand pointing up means I gotta actually make the first move instead of waiting around. The infinity symbol? That slapped me awake – means this situationship could go either way depending on what I freaking do. Almost spilled coffee when I understood the red robe thing – I’ve been hiding my real personality texting her boring “how was your day” crap.
Step 3: Doing Something Besides Overthinking
Shoved the tarot book away and actually did the thing. Sent that risky voice memo about our inside joke instead of triple-texting “u there??”. Made plans to show her my pottery skills (which suck but whatever). Felt like I was channeling The Magician’s “use what you got” energy by not waiting for perfect timing. Even if this flops, at least I’m not stuck in tarot paralysis like last month obsessing over the stupid Three of Cups.
Biggest takeaway? Tarot ain’t magic – it’s just a fancy mirror for what you already know deep down. Still got no clue if she likes me back, but my gut says the magic trick works better when you actually pull the rabbit outta the hat.
