The Moment It Hit Me
So, I’m sitting there this morning, coffee kinda lukewarm, you know how it gets? And I’m just fiddling with my favorite deck. Wasn’t planning anything grand. Then, bam, it pops into my head: “When is the best time for that huge yearly tarot spread everyone talks about?” I mean, sure, New Year’s Day gets all the hype. But does that really fit for everyone? Something felt off.
I decided I needed to figure this out, for real, for me. Not just copy what others do. Grabbed my notebook – the messy one with coffee stains.
Trying Out the Usual Suspects (and Feeling Meh)
Started simple. Last year, I did mine January 1st. Bright and early, full of resolutions. Sounds good, right? Felt kinda… forced. Like putting on fancy clothes when you just wanna be cozy. I was buzzing from the night before, maybe still half-asleep. The reading felt fuzzy, like the cards were talking through fog.
Thought maybe my birthday would be better. More personal connection? Tried it the year before last. Big mistake. That day’s always chaos – calls, messages, cake, people dropping by. Zero focus. Cards felt like random noise, completely disconnected from what the year actually brought.
Stumbling Towards Something Better
This year I was determined. Didn’t force it on Jan 1st. Just let the deck sit near me. I started paying attention to the air, you know? How I felt. The light outside. Mid-January rolled around.
One Wednesday morning, after the holiday rush felt truly gone… it happened. Woke up calm. Sun was out but kinda gentle. Didn’t feel rushed. No big plans looming. Just quiet. Poured a fresh coffee, hot this time. Picked up the deck. No plan even, just shuffling slowly.
And then – yeah. That click. That feeling in my gut. This was it. Now. Not because a date on the calendar said so, but because I felt:
- Clear-headed, not rushed or fuzzy.
- Quiet inside, like the waters settled after a storm.
- Actually curious about what the year might hold, not just doing it out of habit.
Sat down at the kitchen table. No distractions. Spread out a big cloth. Drew the cards slowly, asking the core questions about the year ahead. Paid attention. Wrote every little thought, every feeling down in the notebook as I looked at each position. Didn’t try to make it fit anything. Just listened.
What Actually Worked (For Me)
Took me a few years of kinda messing it up to figure out my own “perfect time”. It boils down to this:
- Forget the strict dates. New Year’s, birthday… might work, might not. It’s your rhythm.
- Wait for the quiet after the holiday storm. Seriously. Let the December/January circus pack up and leave.
- Listen to yourself. That calm, centered feeling? That little spark of readiness? That’s your signal. Way better than any calendar.
- Clear space. Actually carve out the time and physical space. No distractions. Zero. This takes intention.
Doing it when I felt truly ready – not when tradition said I should – made all the difference. The cards felt clearer, the connections deeper, and the insights? Big time. Worth the wait. Seriously, try listening to your own vibe next year, not the calendar.
