The Coffee Isn't Even Bitter
I don’t like resolutions. They end up being promises you can’t keep, either to yourself or to others.
Because truths change. Personal truths. Or, you finally recognize your truth, which shatters the reality you carefully crafted for decades. And then you unintentionally shatter the reality of another that they bought into, thinking it was truth.
I read my tarot cards on New Year’s Day. Or the day after, I can’t remember. I took a picture of the spread because I was with another, and I didn’t have time to write it all down. I still haven’t gone back to writing it all down. My initial understanding of the cards seems to have already crumbled. My initial assumptions.
The first card I pulled, I laughed at. The Womb from Kim Krans’ Archetype deck. I made the promise earlier that night that I’d have a child with them. Create a beautiful life. Being ourselves. Queer and out and just exploring the world. Together.
A week later and I realize that what I’m incubating is *my* truth. Butterfly metaphor etc. etc. etc. Or I can come back to the reading and see that the Ace of Cups is not because of a partner, but because of finally loving myself.
Because truths change.
heart,
kelly