[Get yourself a fresh cup of coffee and make sure you’re meeting-free for the next little bit. This one… got away from me]
I have been dropping breadcrumbs throughout my posts to date referencing the “signs from the universe” that have deposited me here, on my terrace overlooking the crystal-clear blue waters of the Aegean Sea, from which I just returned from my morning swim. The gentle breeze is just strong enough to jostle the giant umbrella above me (sun protection! SPF!), causing it to creak and sway into the branches of the olive trees at the border of the untamed hillside that rises above me. The constant chatter of the Song Thrushes (thanks Sally!) – that I have recently learned stick so close to the house because they receive a steady diet of dry catfood – is the soundtrack to my days (and, rather jarringly sometimes my 3 AMs).
Just looking around and playing that little game of iSpy as I wrote this brought tears to my eyes. Tears of disbelief that this is my new normal. Tears of gratitude that this is something I have been able to do. Tears of wonder that “of all the [islands] in all the [countries] in all the world, I walked into this one.” I’ve been inexplicably* weepy this week as I think about all of the people in my life who are rooting for me with their whole hearts. Friends that have remained steadfastly in my corner for decades. Family that quite literally dropped everything to help me get here. Grateful for the abundance of love in my life.
[*So the other thing I am starting to learn as a part of the painfully complicated – and not quite yet satisfying – process of wrapping my head around astrology, is living in accordance with the moon cycles. Which, I may soon be able to identify as the reason I have been more prone to tears on demand.]
Ok, back to the universe.
I can’t recall with any certainty whether I have been historically tuned into the universe and its messages. There have of course been many moments of serendipity in my life that I marveled at, but I don’t know that I ever dug deeper than that. I’m not religious; I believe in energies and forces and maybe there’s *something* loosely holding us all together, but I don’t feel like things are predestined or predetermined. I’m more of a “try your very best to put more good into the world than bad and you’ll be OK,” kind of gal than I am a “if you swear, have sex out of wedlock, or engage in gluttony by eating an entire bag of (hypothetically) Lime Tostitos in one sitting you have nothing but an eternity of fiery pain awaiting you when you die” believer.
I do largely ascribe to the point of view that “things happen for a reason.” After 40+ trips around the sun, I’ve learned that reason often does not make itself clear until much later, but it does all sort of make sense in hindsight. After all, it’s 20/20.
One thing I know for certain, you can’t force someone else to listen to the universe until they’re ready. You can, if you wish, evangelize about how answering that knock on your door can change your life, but you’d probably be wasting your breath. Because, with hindsight, I think I would say that the knock doesn’t come until you’re ready to open the door. Or at least, you won’t hear it until you’re ready.
[I was angling to work in a play on “The Postman Always Knocks Twice” to this paragraph, but it turns out that he *rings* twice, and more importantly, it’s a movie about sadomasochism and murder. So, not even a little bit relevant reference.]
Not that long ago, I would have rolled my eyes or at minimum been very skeptical of someone upending their entire life because of a gut feeling, or a casual conversation between strangers at the supermarket, or one terrible, horrible, very bad day at work. I’ve liked – even loved – a journey for someone. Been excited that they were inspired enough to make things happen, but privately wondered why they were giving up X, Y, or Z thing for something that felt so Loosey Goosey (I’m not clear on whether or not Loosey Goosey is a proper noun, but I wanted to be respectful in case Ms Goosey is reading).
Which has been so interesting for me to reflect back on as I write this, because once I “opened the door” to the universe, everything seems so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner (there’s that pesky hindsight again).
I’m not saying any of this in a holier-than-thou tone (also new for me); I just know from experience. It wasn’t right for me… until it was.
I remember reading the Facebook post of someone I went to college with in 2010 or 11, sharing her and her husband’s experience doing the Whole30 (which was new as of 2009). I remember reading about it and feeling intrigued, since she had reported such a dramatic transformation in their weight, appearance, and overall health metrics. But then I read “no alcohol for 30 days” among the rules for the program and immediately closed the browser. Not drinking for 30 days, not going out on the weekends, not eating my favorite foods. It was completely unfathomable to me.
Cut to 2016, when all of a sudden, I could fathom the once unfathomable, and embarked upon my first Whole30 which triggered a dramatical transformation in my lifestyle, exercise, and how I approach food to this day. I’ve done 1-2 Whole30s every year since and incorporate many of their guidelines throughout the year (and can make homemade mayo with my eyes closed).
Several years ago, in those beautiful pre-COVID days when we schlepped to the office 5 days a week, a coworker around my age was killing it at work, getting promotion on promotion – and had recently risen to the head of our department. One day, she announced she was leaving to focus on her Etsy craft business. It was unfathomable to me that she would walk away at such a pivotal point in her career which was clearly off to the races, to do something that was super risky, and most definitely a significant pay cut. But I see now that she was leaving to do something she loved; something more aligned with her values, with her creativity, and her ability to be home with her daughter.
In 2017 one of my very dear friends quit her job, put her stuff in storage, and flew across the country to hike the PCT for 4 months, with no “then what” plans. She is my OG ‘I’m going on vibes’ friend. I was very excited for her – and not even one drop jealous. Firstly, I am not a sadist. I am not interested in sustained, long term physical pain. I don’t want to have to buy all new shoes because my feet grew two sizes. I don’t want to be stalked by a mountain lion for 2 days or carry my poop around with me in a bag. But more importantly, at the time, I couldn’t imagine leaving a job with relative security, coworkers that were friends, and the life of New York City… to take a long walk (and no, I’ve never read Wild). By the way, my friend is doing just fine and has been living her slower life out on the West Coast for several years now.
I’ve had plenty of colleagues who are freelancers, which has always seemed strange to me, because you don’t get invited to any of the company parties, you don’t get a benefits package, you won’t be promoted or hold a long-term or leadership role on a team.. But now I get it. Because what they had (have) is freedom. Freedom from forced-fun. Freedom from office politics and the performance review cycle. Freedom from unpaid overtime. Freedom from being shackled to a job because it provides healthcare.
And so, I understand that there may be a number of people who read this with a huge eye roll. And that’s OK. I get it. No hard feelings. But be forewarned that the remainder of this post is going to be about all of the conversations the universe and I have had over the last 6 months. I’m not trying to convert you, but I’m also not here to defend myself. So, if the vibes aren’t there for you this time around, you can catch the next post!
Ok for those of you who didn’t close out the browser tab like you just read about the Whole30 no alcohol rule for the first time – I need to add another huge caveat, which is that I have no idea what I’m talking about.
I am at a kindergarten/first grade level in most of the ideas and concepts I am trying to understand and convey. This is a true “explain it to me like I’m 5” level post. There are communities, cultures and religions whose entire existence centers around these practices and beliefs. There are people all over the world who specialize in these approaches, who study in institutions of higher education for years to get to a place of expertise.
What I am bringing to the table is an elementary understanding of these concepts, but also a good faith effort at understanding how they can apply to me. It’s entirely possible that I have been reading the maps and charts upside down this whole time, but even if it’s a placebo affect, it’s positively influencing my life right now.
So many synchronicities were occurring that it felt like it couldn’t be coincidence. I started writing a list every time something affirmed the path I was on – and some things have only really made sense in our good friend: hindsight. As Kierkegaard said: “life can only be understood backwards.” That’s certainly the case for me.
An important supporting character in these universe signs, and in fact, a total reorientation to how I think about my life is Alex, of the “Alex Reads Tarot” TikTok account. She’s not a professional (I don’t think), not a guru, just a woman who draws cards every day and posts them to her account – trusting that “if you’re seeing this video [on X day], it’s probably for a reason. And as always my loves, take what resonates and leave what does not.” Great vibes.
A large portion of my week has been spent combing through the readings of hers that made their way to my “Signs from the Universe” list, making note of the cards pulled and the main takeaways of the reading.
Of course I went ahead and did what astrology purists probably frown upon and attempted to quantify the unquantifiable via an excel spreadsheet that broke down all the possible ways to think about each of the cards to see if any patterns or themes popped up (spoiler alert: they did!). Employed or unemployed, I am a data-driven lady!
Another quick detour.
I’m realizing that everything to follow will be more meaningful with slightly more context, specifically as it relates to Tarot. I have been tarot-curious for a few years, but never really had the time to dedicate to truly learning how it all works. As I am still very much a noob, my goal is to provide the minimum amount of information needed to understand the rest of the post in the simplest terms possible. I am issuing a preemptive mea culpa to anyone with more knowledge who I may be about to offend with my “explain to me like I’m 5” approach (given by me, the 6 year-old).
The Structure of the Deck
A typical tarot deck has 78 cards.
56 are comprised of 4 “suits” – cups, pentacles, swords and wands. The numbered cards of each suit run Ace – 10, with 4 court cards: Page, Knight, Queen, King. These cards are considered the “Minor Arcana,” and tend to reflect our day-to-day circumstances, what’s going on in our daily life that may be supporting or detracting from happiness and balance. They’re more tangible and flexible.
Each of the suits has its own domain, the details of which aren’t super important for today’s purposes, but briefly: Cups relate to feelings, emotions, relationships and creativity; Pentacles relate to finances, work, and material possessions; Swords deals with thoughts, words and actions; Wands is related to your energy, motivation and passion, especially as it pertains to life’s purpose.
The Ace to 10 run represents a loose story – in that they naturally follow a story arc. The Page, Knight, Queen and King loosely stand in for members of a family, or life stages. Neither of these things are germane for today’s purposes (but it turns out super germane to learning!)
On the other hand, the Major Arcana, comprised of the remaining 22 total cards, deal with “the big stuff.” They represent the archetypal themes, life lessons and karmic influences on your soul’s journey. This sequence also follows a story, with card 0: The Fool traveling through the next 21 cards, meeting teachers and learning lessons along the way, ultimately ending on card 21: “The World.” It’s commonly referred to as The Fool’s Journey.
When readings have a lot of Major Arcana cards in them, “you are experiencing life-changing events that will have long-term effects.”
[Hilariously, and not surprising to those that know me, my deck of choice is Office themed, which has made it considerably easier to learn, since I’ve known those characters for 15 years. And yes, Michael Scott is The Fool]
A teaser from my data analysis exercise: The odds of pulling a Major Arcana at random from the deck is 28%. In the cards my spreadsheet analyzed – 36% are Major Arcana. Clearly, the readings that appeared on my TikTok feed and the ones I did myself were hinting at big life changes.
Believe in it, be skeptical of it, but at the end of the day, Tarot is a decision-making tool. The things the cards show aren’t fated. We have agency to change our story. What it does, is provide a framework to help you make a decision, or understand a situation. Some people consult their religious text of choice, some flip a coin, some create detailed pro/con spreadsheets and cost/benefit analyses.
But if the end result of all of these scenarios is that you use the information available to you to pick a lane, make a plan, and take the first step, does it really matter which method you used?
Messages from the Universe
Without further ado (woof, sorry, this time you had to wade through 2,500 words to get to the main event), I bring you the things that were meaningful enough that I wrote them down, so that I could reflect back on them once I got here.
Category 1: Meaningful in Hindsight
My inaugural AlexReadsTarot video:
My good friend Frannie and I were departing for my 40th birthday trip last October 2nd. I had just zipped up my bag about an hour before airport pickup and opened up TikTok to do some scrolling, when I received my very first Alex video. I don’t follow or interact with astrologers on TikTok, so it was not a normal occurrence to see this kind of video in my feed. She is to date, the ONLY tarot creator who has appeared in my feed.
I listened to the entirety of what was probably a 10-minute reading, mostly because she just kept exclaiming that this was an unheard of series of cards that just seemed to get better with each additional card. I sent the link to Frannie and didn’t think too much more about it; we had places to be, and I didn’t know the cards well enough yet to understand their significance. Also, it’s not like I had some wildly life changing day sitting in coach for 9 hours.
I did however, think back to the reading as her videos started to become more meaningful for me, but only just rewatched it in preparation for this post. Of course, some of these statements hit different now:
54% of the cards pulled were Major Arcana (27% of the deck)
The first three cards of “The Fool’s Journey” appeared.. in order!
“Be prepared to be slingshotted into a totally different stratosphere”
“You have everything you need to create the life that you want. The divine energies are here to back you up.”
“Your life’s gonna change… Day to night. This is serious energy. Don’t mess around with it.”
Existential Anxiety
In late October/early November, I was in the midst of conversations with people in my network about potential job opportunities. While I was restless in my current role, I wasn’t actively in the market for a new job, but I always take the call.
I was nearing the go/no go point with a recruiter for committing to the interview process for one role and was learning more about another very tangible and immediate opportunity.
I ended up having two identical conversations, explaining that I didn’t feel like I could make any major decision before the election. There were too many variables, and I wasn’t sure I would be staying in the country should the worst case come to be. I didn’t want to mislead anyone by taking a new role, only to peace out a couple of months later. Fortunately they both respected my candor; I wasn’t the only one dealing with existential anxiety.
It was an off-the-cuff thought, leaving the country, but my gut was telling me not to start something new just yet. In hindsight, I’m glad I listened.
Just Breathe
Something that has only clicked for me in the past couple of days as I combed through these readings again has to do with a pelvic floor workshop (lol I know) at my gym that I attended with my mom in late October.
I learned – at age 40 – that I have been breathing wrong my entire life. What? How is that possible? Apparently, I was breathing from my chest, not my diaphragm, which can cause a whole host of inefficiencies in the body, since it’s overcompensating for my jury-rigged way of staying alive.
I literally had to retrain my body to breathe correctly (and had a harrowing week post-election where I couldn’t take a deep breath AT ALL which was just excellent timing). I still think about it when I take deep breaths, making sure I’m not defaulting to getting air from my chest. It’s so weird.
Anyway – why is this meaningful in hindsight? Another of Alex’s readings several weeks after the workshop mentioned that I had been getting a lot of headaches those days (I had), which was a physical symptom of my 3rd Eye opening. My Chakra was unclogging. One of the ways to clear Chakras is with breathwork. Did me finally learning how to breath correctly – for possibly the first time in my life – start me on this path to spiritual enlightenment and connecting with my intuitive side?!
Find the Blue
In a late January video, Alex said that blue is going to be a very important color for me in this journey to “total liberation” that I was on. She said it was important to “connect with the air, find the water, go wherever the wind takes me. Connect with the element of freedom.”
IDK. Is it a coincidence that I ended up in a country that was never on my radar; on an island, when water has never really been my favorite destination; on deserted paths littered with blue wildflowers, when I’m not a self-described nature gal?
Or is it the universe?
I just don’t know.
Category 2: The Right Message at the Right Time
THE Moment
The week after the election, I was in therapy, coming out of a week-long fog where I alternated between hysterically sobbing, curling up in a ball and staring into the abyss, drinking the pain away, and working 14-hour days on a new business pitch that threatened to rip the last bit of my will to live right out of my heart and squash it with a stiletto heel. I was done. I was tired. I felt like I had lost the plot.
We talked about these potential job opportunities, and I said that I didn’t want to do the same job at a different place. That I didn’t think I had it in me to show up as the ambitious, friendly new team member who was super excited to integrate into X Agency’s culture and bring value add POVs to our clients.
Here’s a relatively accurate recreation of the rest of our conversation:
Me: “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Patient Therapist: “Well if you don’t want another job like your current one, is there another industry or role you want to move into?”
Me: “I don’t KNOW!”
PT: “What about the idea you’ve been toying around with of renting your house on Airbnb over Thanksgiving and taking a long working vacation in South America?”
Me: “NO! I don’t WANNA DO THAT. Because the thing that is making me unhappy will still be a part of my life, and I’ll just be unhappy in a new place. And then it will ruin that place for me forever.”
PT: “Ok, so… What DO you want to do?”
Me: “If I’m being really honest… I don’t want to work at ALL. I want to quit my job, and I want to travel for a year. Or at least for a few months if that’s all I can do. I just want to leave this place, and give my brain a break.”
PT: “Well, then why don’t you do that?”
Truly, that’s an 90% accurate retelling. I don’t know that I’ll ever forget what happened in my brain next.
I’ve described the sensation as that feeling you get when you finally fit the last puzzle piece into the puzzle that you’d been trying to push in at all of the wrong angles. As soon as it locked into place, I literally felt lighter. The universe had removed a 15 pound anxiety blanket from my shoulders. Not only was it a physical sensation, I literally heard a “click”– and then.. clarity and calm.
It was like I’d been walking around with everything in my brain slightly off center and the chiropractor did a quick tweak and popped it back into alignment. Everything was on straight again. I saw it all clearly.
My brain was driving on an empty Park Avenue, and every light had just turned green at once.
Of course there was an immediate emotional release of tears, but I took a nice deep breath (this was the week I was having a lot of trouble breathing) and opened the door to the universe.
[side note: this was probably 58 minutes into a 60 minute session. Can you imagine if I was mid-rant and time was up?! What would have happened to that puzzle piece? Would it have fallen back into the couch cushions, lost until spring cleaning?]
Alex Video #2
Of course, knowing what one wants is all well and good. But when getting the thing one wants depends entirely on one’s ability to completely flip everything in one’s life upside down, it’s not a given that one will ever actually get the thing they want. [I’m sure some philosopher has said something along those lines at one point in time]
This was by no means a done deal. I didn’t know where to begin… so naturally I opened TikTok and hear “if you’re seeing this video, it might be for a reason.”
Indeed, it was. Some highlights:
“You are done with this chapter. With this way of being that doesn’t work, accepting the bare minimum. You’re doing yourself a disservice by clinging to something that is only draining you… You’ve gifted yourself a new chapter, a new era of your life. You are now choosing to invest yourself in that which is emotionally aligned with you.”
“What you have released has been released at the right time”
“You’ve gifted yourself this full circle energy of a new beginning… take a deep breath and say ‘thank you universe.’”
The universe had sent me the pep talk I needed in that moment. I sat there at my kitchen counter that Saturday afternoon with tears streaming down my face saying “thank you, universe.”
Feeling so affirmed. So validated. Reassured that I wasn’t misremembering the clarity and calm I felt a few days prior. It was real. (It was rare, I was there, if you will)
She Hit Refresh
Later in November, when this was still an inside idea, the universe started talking to me through my mom, who sent an article about women moving abroad for a better life (USA Today of all papers. How very 2007). Two weeks later I enrolled in the She Hit Refresh: Refresher’s Lounge. In fact, I’m going to have to step away from writing this in a few minutes because tonight’s guest speaker is a CPA leading “Expat Taxes 101: What US Citizens Need to Know.”
Another fun fact about SHR: that’s where I first “met” Helena Woods, when she did an “Astrocartography 101” intro session for us.
SHR has a paid program, but there are a zillion free resources, so if you’re GTFO-curious, head on over and poke around. If nothing else, being surrounded by a community of women in the same headspace is SO affirming.
One more time, for the cheap seats in the back
Three days before I planned to speak this out loud for the first time to people who mattered to me (that’s a lie, I told my sister right away.. but she kept it secret) I did a my own tarot spread, with questions that focused on “where am I now/what does the future look like/how can I avoid any obstacles that may get in my way.”
The gist of the cards I pulled was: “You’ve been relying on others definitions of success. Remember that your values and priorities are unique to you – comparing yourself to others is only taking away your power. Only you get to define what success looks like. You are in a state of transition, leaving behind that which doesn’t serve you. You are sad to leave, but you know it’s necessarily to grow. Try to remember what’s truly important and trust your gut. You are choosing the way that is most in line with your greater good and highest potential”
Message received. Go bug someone else now.
You’re doing it!
There were three other tarot readings in December that made it to my list.
I did one that for myself, the gist of which was: I was in a time of transition, accepting the end of a new chapter and looking forward to something new. That I know what I want, and that I’m in the planning phase. I’m on a clear path to self-discovery, stepping out of my comfort zone – ready to explore new worlds and experiences. My ultimate goal is a balanced life that is fulfilling and relaxing.
Alex’s reading was mine on steroids. Literally. She brought the big guns. Remember that Major Arcana cards signify big life changes and transitions. They make up 27% of the deck. This reading was comprised of 82% Major Arcana cards.
“You’re changing deep down within. You hold the key to your success, but you have to do the work to get there.”
The universe is reminding you that your life was fated to get better from this point onwards… You are divinely protected by your guides and ancestors.
“You are going to be surrounded by beauty soon as you move into your divine feminine era.” (take that, Taylor)
The second one of hers acknowledged that I was taking concrete steps towards this new goal (this was also where she talked about headaches being the physical clearing of my 3rd eye):
“The journey ahead might seem daunting at times but you’re about to reach your next checkpoint/milestone. Things are falling into place and being ticked off the checklist.”
“You opened your heart up you chose to trust and have faith. That’s really hard to do. You hadn’t believed in divine timing or trusted that manifestation really existed, but you’re starting to see the signs add up” (!!!!!!!)
“You’ve been doing a lot of gradual work behind the scenes, but since Libra Season (my birthday trip!) you’ve had radical growth + change within yourself”
And more of the same. Etc Etc Etc. All good things. I don’t get to know the exact timing, I just have to trust the process and be present.
My New Therapist
I’m not sure if you recall, since everything has totally calmed down since then (…), but the strategy for the first two weeks of the new administration was “flood the zone.”
I was busier than ever at work (and not in a fulfilling way; in a not enough time to eat or pee, way), panic buying apocalypse supplies in bulk at Costco and contemplating the purchase of a firearm in anticipation of what I was convinced was an imminent white nationalist militia invasion of Richmond’s streets. To be honest, it’s still on my bingo card.
Needless to say, I was all over the place. I wasn’t sleeping well, I was having bi-weekly panic attacks, calling my mom in tears in the middle of the day, and seriously considering whether there would be a country to come back to after my trip. I don’t need to keep going – if you’re reading this, you felt the same way (well, hopefully fewer panic attacks).
I sat down and did the Alex method of pulling cards – letting 5 “jump” out at random as I shuffled. And my new therapist gave me exactly what I needed in that moment:
“Stay positive, look on the bright side. Be grateful for the good things in your life and celebrate the little things. You are upbeat, courageous and determined. You are here to achieve your life’s vision and purpose. Things are hard right now and the extra burden is holding you down, but it’s temporary; the light is at the end of the tunnel. Success is on the horizon; you will achieve everything you want in life.”
The day-to-day existence in a country whose current leadership is determined to burn it all to the ground is all-consuming. It’s easy to get distracted and lose sight of the big picture. And I say this from a place of incredible privilege. I am not on any secret ICE lists (or at least not at the top), I am not worried about friends or family members being “disappeared” on their walk home from work. I can continue to fight for those who are in the bulls eye right now and hopefully come out the other side in one piece.
I am not trying to diminish or compare my stress levels to those in targeted communities (nor am I naive enough to think they plan to stop with these communities. They’re setting the precedent with people who “don’t matter” so that when they come for those that “do matter,” the law is on their side).
But this is a marathon, not a sprint, and my feelings are also valid. The cards helped remind me of that.
Category 3: A few “just a little spooky” coinky-dinks
In early December, when I saw my parents and told them of my plan over clam chowder at Becky’s Diner in Portland, Maine, they grinned and said, hell yes. It’s not like I was ever nervous they would hate the idea, but I’m not sure I expected unconditional, no hesitation endorsement (but I should have known better.. that’s all they’ve ever given me)
Dad: “You know what you should do, you should see if you can make money by writing about…”
Me: “I’m going to stop you right there. The whole point is to get AWAY from hustle culture, monetization of our interests and passions. I don’t want to create obligations and inevitably start to hate the thing that I love.”
Dad: “Ok, ok, just a suggestion.”
Well, the jokes on me, because here I am writing about it, and not getting paid for it.
When we got back to their place in Providence, my mom handed me the stack of books she mentioned in the same text exchange that she sent the She Hit Refresh article in, all about women who said “fuck it” and changed their lives and other meaning of life musings.
Now, admittedly, I didn’t get around to reading the whole stack of books (or..almost any) but according to google, one of the books: Gift from the Sea “is a 1955 work of inspirational nonfiction literature by American author Anne Morrow Lindbergh. While vacationing on Captiva Island, Florida, Lindbergh explores the questions of how to find a new, more natural rhythm of life and how to gain a deeper relationship with herself and others.”
Cool cool, that’s right up my alley. What was the goosebumps moment for this book? Well, a 1st edition, it was written in 1955, which is the year of my mom’s birth.
But, inside the book was a receipt of purchase which showed that my mom bought it in town the weekend of my college graduation in 2007 – one of the very first milestones of my adult life. I don’t know.. it’s not that spooky, but it’s just another thing that whispered “you’re doing the right thing.”
Drive pretty, everyone
I learned in January that my friend’s (Frannie again!) parents who have retired in Richmond were going to be in need of a second car for the EXACT duration of my trip – almost to a day, alleviating the majority of my car payment for 3 months.
A fated vacation
While I did vaguely know that my best friend from forever and her husband had a trip to Croatia planned this spring, what I didn’t realize is that they would exclusively spend it in Dubrovnik, and that their hotel for the second half of the week would be visible from my island!
We walked the walls and spent a day in Old Town Dubrovnik together, and they came out to Kolocep later in the week. Getting to share this place with two of my favorite people in the world was just such a gift (although I’m not sure if Jackie is talking to me again yet, because apparently the “Level 1 Hannah Walk” I promised clocks in as a “Level 5 Jackie Walk”).
But also serious business, because I needed someone from my “old” life to verify that this new life was, in fact, real – and not some fever dream. Or that my body got so confused about how to breathe that it just stopped altogether and I’m dead. Though, if this is where I go when I die, I would maybe stop taking such good care of my health.
Here, I’ll reward your perseverance with a few pictures of those beautiful days we spent together. The island that the sun is setting over in the last photo.. is Kolocep.
Ok ONE FINAL goosebumps moment to bring this all full circle: My last day of work was April 2nd: 6 months to the day after that first TikTok when Alex appeared on my FYP, pulled the first 3 cards of The Fool’s Journey, and told me to “be prepared to be slingshotted into a totally different stratosphere….Your life’s gonna change… Day to night. This is serious energy. Don’t mess around with it.”
Well. It’s a good thing I’m NOT making money off of this blog, because it is definitely not best practice to ramble on endlessly for 18 pages (front and back! iykyk).
I wonder how many of your browsers this tab is going to sit in, unread, saved for “when I really have time to focus,” like my browser for filled of NYT articles, some more than a year old at this point.
But if you’ve made it this far. Thank you, and I’m sorry. I wish I had a treat to give you for being such a good friend.
Because the reality is, I never even got to the thing I meant to write about, which is what comes next, after Kolocep! But the answer came in the form of another message from the universe – which wouldn’t have made as much sense without the context of all the OTHER messages from the universe. So, you can understand how this sort of got away from me.
Oh… I also just realized I didn’t share any of the juicy data bits from the excel analysis. Big Sigh.
Couple quick fun facts:
Regardless of the suit, Aces signify new beginnings, opportunity and potential. Aces made up 7% of the total cards pulled in the readings I focused on. And of course they’re Dundees
This one makes me laugh every time I see it – and I saw it a lot. The 6 of Swords represents transition, change, releasing baggage and moving towards your higher good. This specific card was 6% of the total cards pulled. 6s across suits comprised 10% of the cards pulled.
The Hannahlogues 
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