Empress Chronicles, Part 7: Thoughts on springtime, renewal, and turning a year older.
How have you been, my beauties?
It’s been a while since I wrote anything other than my regular Cards of the Week posts, so today I felt like sharing some thoughts with you and giving you a few life updates (or rather, rounding up the updates I’ve been giving you on Instagram).
I’m writing this post from the Slover Library, where my girlfriend and I are both spending this Sunday working. On my part, today I put together an outline for my second book, which will be about manifestation – I’ll tell you more about it soon!
Talking of books, this coming Saturday (which happens to be my birthday, #PiscesForever), I will be having my first-ever book signing for You Hold The Cards at a local business. I am a little nervous but quite thrilled, and proud of myself for not having listened to naysayers and toxic people, but believing in my dreams, pushing forward, and bringing myself to where I am now. For the first time in my life, I am significantly more excited than scared about the future, and it’s the best possible feeling!
Looking back at the past few months, I realize how much has happened: I left D.C. and accomplished my goal of moving to coastal Virginia, was forced to cut off relatives and former friends who brought too much toxicity into my life, and recover after a pretty nasty smear campaign by someone I trusted brought up a lot of emotional pain and trauma. I started dating an amazing, beautiful lady, things went well and got pretty serious, and and we moved in together. Lesbian clichés aside, E. is everything I prayed for in a partner, and someone I can finally see myself building a family with (to put it bluntly: I want kids, rather soon).
For those of you wondering how my sweet kitten Julia is doing, she adapted really well to life with my girlfriend’s (and now our) pets: Griffin, a flamboyant male tabby cat with quite a character, and Summer, a very special, excitable black lab (who I fell in love with the first time I saw her!). There were quite a few skirmishes at first, but now, aside from isolated incidents with flying fur, barking, hissing and growling, peace finally reigns over our apartment. They cats are no longer fighting over dominance and territory, but gang up to destroy the toilet paper, or open every single closet and cabinet door in the house (that has always been Julia’s specialty) in search of food. Julia generally growls at the dog when she gets too close (Summer knows better than not to back away) but every once in a while, they share the same side of our sectional, their bodies barely touching. I am confident that soon enough, they will be cuddling together.
With the arrival of spring, I feel like I am finally coming back to life again. It took me a little while to adapt to my new normal and accept that this is my reality. When I left D.C., I had to halt my self-care rituals, including my beauty routine (I actually had to get rid of all my favorite makeup and skincare products after the house I stayed at to pet-sit for my former employers flooded). As a result, I felt out of touch with my femininity, and with myself. The other day, while I was at the store, I bought myself some foundation. Then, when I came home, I looked up different skincare products and read online reviews, comparing them to figure which ones I should I should get. If you have any product recommendations for dry skin with some remnants of acne scarring and – gasp – early aging signs, please put them in the comments below!
Sometimes, I find myself reflecting on the time since I finished high school in 2010. My twenties started in a very chaotic way: I was in an abusive relationship, had to accept that I’d wasn’t going back to college anytime soon, I was severely depressed, my narcissistic mother was making my life a living hell, and every door seemed to lead to more uncertainty, adversity, and terror. Today, I am two years shy of turning thirty and I can begin to see results I thought were unreachable dreams. It took me a while to come into my manifestation powers and fine-tune them, and there was quite a bit of trial and error, but I can proudly and confidently say that I not only survived adversity, but I turned the adversity that was thrown at me into abundance.
I turn twenty-eight next Saturday, and I am filled with gratitude for so many things. Among others, having found love, my cat being happy and safe, amazing friends, culinary adventures, having found my calling as a writer, tarot reader, and spiritual coach… The list never ends.
With that, I’m signing off for this week and I’ll see you tomorrow with three brand new tarot cards!