Unbeknownst to many, an overwhelming sense of sadness, disappointment and depression came over me last Monday and Tuesday. I won't describe the details anymore. Suffice it to say that I had bloodshot eyes and couldn't breathe properly during those 2 dramatic days and the negativity was brought about by resurfacing issues from my past. Thank God for my very patient and understanding hubby I was able to survive it. But really, I've had it! It was time to move on and I don't wanna be imprisoned by them anymore.
So I exercised, I ate right, I stopped myself from smoking (I'm on my 6th cigarette-free day now), I read my Happiness book, I watched Friends reruns and laughed my heart out until the laughter felt genuine and real. Wednesday night came and while Peter and I were hanging out at our lanai, a neighbor of ours dropped by, we had a chat, and I felt genuinely happy for his visit. Then I remembered the card I picked out that afternoon when I did my tarot reading: Eight of Cups
It was only until after I reflected on its meaning that I realized how apt the card was with my current situation.
So I exercised, I ate right, I stopped myself from smoking (I'm on my 6th cigarette-free day now), I read my Happiness book, I watched Friends reruns and laughed my heart out until the laughter felt genuine and real. Wednesday night came and while Peter and I were hanging out at our lanai, a neighbor of ours dropped by, we had a chat, and I felt genuinely happy for his visit. Then I remembered the card I picked out that afternoon when I did my tarot reading: Eight of Cups
It was only until after I reflected on its meaning that I realized how apt the card was with my current situation.
