Those of you who know me, understand my reliance on tarot cards. Well, truth be told, I’ve backed away from them over the past year, and used my own instinct to navigate the sweaty waters of life, but I know its time to get back to them, to re-establish that part of “me” that was taken away during a very traumatic therapeutic time.

Ugh, that sounds all whiny. But, really, its been one really interesting year, but I cannot take the “free falling” feeling anymore. So, I present… Melia’s identity crisis, chapter soixante.

The problem is that I’m just too good at everything I do. You heard me right, I’m just a veritable computer/tie dye/writing/cleaning/parenting genius. Yet, I’m stuck wondering where I’m supposed to be going. Am I destined to be the “kept” woman, living a life of budgets and take-out Thai?

Tempting. Very tempting.

So, the Ace of Pentacles came up for me, by two different people, and its telling me to focus on what I’m good at, that my fortune (and fame!) is within that which I am already doing.

Well, guess what. I’m currently drinking a filty martini. Suck on that.

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