A younger me often pops up in readings with my personal deck, as on the Page of Pentacles here. It’s always a surprise, always like it is a different person, a different life. I stare with curiosity, nostalgia & wonder.
When I look at the young boy giving the crystal ball reading on this card with his familiar, Chan the cat, I am transported back through time to a very different person. Not inherently bad, but definitely confused. An Aries temper that could come from nowhere, ignite like a firework. Thankfully short-lived these outbursts have softened with age, can be dissipated with exercise or just laughing at my own ridiculousness.
Tarot has been my trusty compass, it has never let me down
My siblings had all left home, leaving me between my fascinating, though it has to be said, complicated parents. I have long since accepted that they were simply doing the best they could, with the skills they had available to them at that time. I am still processing it, even though they have both long since passed away, I speak to them often.
I have spent many years unraveling the head of that boy. I have spent many years with absolutely no idea where I was headed, free-falling into my future.
All that I have seen, all that I have experienced, leaves me in no doubt that there is a force who has been guiding me to my destiny. Every day I feel life is an adventure yet to be discovered.
My belief gives me the confidence to stand up for myself, for my ideas, my choices. Often I feel like I stand alone, I am increasingly comfortable with that.
Do you feel that as you get older you get wiser? Do you have conversations with the younger you & marvel at just how far you have come?