Perspective and Getting Head Punched by Little Fox
“Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don’t waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves
A while back I met a lovely lady on Twitter (because that’s where all the lovely ladies hang out, by the way) who happened to be a tarot card reader. She loved my Twitter and I loved hers and we became friends, or OBFFs.
Emphasis on friends. Keep that in mind in case you feel inclined to mention anything satan worshippy or douchey. I’ve heard it before and I’m sure she has. Don’t bring it here or I will cut you.
Anyway, I have since had a couple tarot carot readings over the phone and have referred friends who I thought either needed it or would enjoy the experience.
The last reading occurred during a time when I felt as though everything was up in the air. It still kind of feels like it is, but at least I have an idea where I need to go and what I need to do. I had just recovered from two surgeries within a couple days; I spent two weeks in sick, in pain, medicated, worried, and grappling with the realization that when writers don’t write, we don’t get paid.
I am a 40 year old single mother who can’t do anything but sleep.
And while I leaned a great deal on my family who are there even when I purposely try to do ridiculous things all by myself, my mind was filled up with thoughts of aloneness. And, also Percocet. This ain’t how it’s supposed to be.
And all of that is balled up and sitting in your stomach. You are saying you’re well when you aren’t.
She said it and I knew it. To be honest, I almost always know – because you know you know, but sometimes we avoid ourselves and hope everything just takes care of itself without having to actually participate in getting wherever there is. Get me there, but please don’t make me think about it.
Sometimes we need someone to punch us in our heads and scream it into our faces. Tough love. Perspective. If you think Little Fox is going to swell your head and tell you how sexy you are – or that you will most definitely win the lottery – it ain’t that type of party. And, I’m glad it isn’t.
Highlights you may find interesting:
On relationships: Casually dating is fine, but don’t even consider anything serious until ____ because you ain’t right. (Paraphrasing a bit.)
On parenting: You’re worrying about your daughter. Your daughter is fine. She’s smart. She’s funny. You know that book, “Women Who Run With the Wolves”? She’s a wolf.
On career: Go ahead and do the fun stuff. But you have to do the boring stuff first because it pays your bills until the fun stuff starts paying your bills. You’re in your pajamas, aren’t you? Stop sitting around in your damn pajamas.
Along with a list of things I need to take care of. Head punch. Head punch.
I feel like I’ve been yelling at you this whole time.
Well, sometimes we need it.
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