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2.7 - Self Love

One thing that I did in January was "omen days," which involved journaling and pulling cards to gauge the themes and energy of each month in the year ahead. While I do not believe that tarot cards have the ability to predict the future, I do know that where and how I am right now does effect where and how I'll be in the future (barring change) so I did it more as an exercise than as something I took very seriously.

The journaling and cards for February suggested some sort of shadow work, which was not a particularly terrible prospect, since I like knowing where I could be better. The timing felt like a bit of a downer, but I was almost looking forward to finding what inner demon I needed to dispatch.

Except as January progressed, I was given a very consistent message. Stop trying to make things better. Notice what is already good. That goes for you, too - you aren't in constant need of improvement. Enjoy yourself.

Excuse me? I was more offended than I had been when I thought there was something to fix. What am I supposed to do with myself if not constantly make minor (and major) adjustments?! But I make a habit of taking messages seriously when they repeat three times and this particular one came... more than that, so I guess this February will be me learning to recognize that contrast is necessary for any picture and not erasing all the lines so I'll have a clean sheet of paper.

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