Today’s deck is the Star Maiden Tarot.
This deck is so nice that I don’t even feel the need to go on a tangent about how the obsession of Certain Girlies with goddesses misses me. It’s not that I don’t see why it happens, it just misses me the same way that Certain Dudes’ obsession with the Holy Roman Empire eludes me.
Despite my snark, this deck is great for beginners. The illustrations are simple, the card stock glides beautifully when shuffling (as seen with how the cards slumped because the surface of today’s reading was slightly slanted), the borders are shiny to make it look more fancy, and the manual is very thorough.
Not going into rotation because I didn’t vibe with it, though.
So today’s reading stumped me because I was like “restraint with… self-charity…?” but it’s actually more about reflecting a good inner state of mind. Showing patience, restraint, and self-care.
For context, reversed cards can mean “the opposite of the normal meaning” or “the meaning, but internal”. I tend to flipflop between both depending on the context that feels fitting.
My sleep schedule has been SHIT, I even had to skip Japanese lesson this time around because I’d be waking up at like… 4PM or something.
First things first: I had to get my pills (or rather, the prescription for them). I made the mistake of taking the Hankyu line instead of the Midosuji line, and the issue with that wasn’t so much the fact that in Hankyu I’m not in an express station so every other train doesn’t stop, but rather the fact that Midosuji goes by faster because I can walk through most of the area in a straight line underground.
I made it to the appointment just a couple of minutes late and thankfully it was actually NOT packed like last time.
There was some problem with their LINE schedule thingy though, I’ll probably drop by tomorrow to ask why I can’t make appointments next month.
I go straight to the pharmacy to not spend the first hours of tomorrow without The Pills and… I don’t have my residence card in my wallet.
Now, that would be worrying just on principle, but I come from Venezuela. I won’t be caught dead without my wallet and IDs because I grew up with every adult telling me that I should carry my cedula (my ID) at all times because if the cops drop by and I don’t have it they’ll deport me to Colombia.
Empty threat when people started wanting to leave the country, but I digress.
I didn’t FULLY panic because I immediately rememebred that for my passport renewal I had to scan and copy my residence card, so knowing my dumb ass it was probably in the scanner still and object permanence deleted it from my mind.
It still meant that I didn’t get my meds today and I have to do it again tomorrow…
I decided to try going to the bar again today and I was able to! It was fun, though I only stayed like an hour before heading back. Also, turns out it WAS closed yesterday, go figure.
Fun time was had, I got to explain things about Spanish which is always fun.
I’ll say, though. I did notice there was a corner of me that felt… afraid? Of not being accepted into the place for some reason.
I mean I say “for some reason”, I know I have issues with rejection that annoy me. It was unfounded then and it proved unfounded afterwards too.
After I left I took the long way back because I remember Ogimachi Park looked like a cool photo spot, but it was full of tents because apparently there’s gonna be some sort of fair.
So I just kept going back home.
Thank fucking Christ my ass is dumb but consistent, the residence card WAS in my scanner.