This morning in my tarot card draw I turned over the DEATH card. It was inverted so I’ve tried to read it as intuitively as I can at this point. I see it as depicting a death or ending of a thing. Namely, my job. This could easily be the beginning of a long goodbye for me. After my spread for the New Year I have been pondering all possibilities. The three cards I drew the other day definitely spoke to me of ending this work that has defined me. Tomorrow I will draw a card for the year.
I’m exhausted tonight after a long, cold re-entry day. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. There’s that.
And I’m here. There’s that, too.