This week is about fucking up. The ways others have failed us, the ways we've failed them, and the ways we have all failed ourselves. It's okay. This week - and I get the feeling it's bout to be a long ass week- but the thing that makes it move faster is allowing ourselves to move on from our fuckups. Life is a game and players fuck up. What's the point of wallowing when we could be playing again to win? Did we give up or naw? So we getting up or what?
Whatever happened that we didn't want to happen, was set up exactly that way as a lesson. The same cosmic instructors we thank for blessings and success, sometimes have to trip us so we fall. Otherwise how would we know how to get up? Resilience is a skill that we never learn if life consists of easy wins, head pats and participation trophies. Just because we are being challenged doesn't mean we are being punished. Perhaps we are being chosen.
This week calls for us to low-key grow the fuck up. I don't even have a way to sugarcoat that, it just is what it is. My laptop charger broke today and I have so much work to do. I had a whole ass tantrum, got a pep talk, ordered a new charger and then typed this on my phone, because resilience dammit. Stand tall y'all. Let's pass this class so WE CAN GRADUATE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Also, forgiveness. If we understand that fuck ups happen, then we can forgive those who trespassed against us, no? If we acknowledge that we've all fucked up, and we can't forgive those who have trespassed against us, even though we acknowledge that we too, are trespassers… yeah that's a test too. I hope we pass. And if we fail, I hope we forgive ourselves.
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)