What do you feel stuck with?
I’ve been mulling this. Some of the “quirks” I often scold myself for—spacing out, drifting off inside my head, losing track of what’s going on—aren’t personality flaws so much as echoes of childhood coping strategies. They served me well once.
And of course, they don’t vanish just because I lecture myself. But the truth is, they don’t need to.
That same wiring, those same experiences and how I chose to cope with them, are also what make me unapologetically myself (because I couldn’t blend in if I tried), creative, independent, and carrying insights I wouldn’t have had otherwise. While I firmly believe none of us need trauma to make us good people, it’s fair to point out that without it, we’d be different people. Accepting the whole package is part of the process of loving ourselves.
I’m still working on that. The cards this week have a little to say about it, though.
Next Week in the Cards
Meow’s Tarot, claws out with that Devil showing up!
Outlook: The Devil
The Devil highlights the loop of imprisonment—shame, compulsion, the habits that whisper you have no choice. Maybe it feels like the walls are closing in, but look closer. You aren’t as bound as you think you are. The trap is convincing, and maybe you’ve long since given up trying to break free, but it’s illusion all the same.
Advice: Four of Cups, Reversed
Regrets and “what-ifs” won’t open doors. What you missed, what you should’ve done, what others should not have done—none of it rewrites the now. This card says: stop ruminating about past or future scenarios. Focus on your choices right now.
Reflection and planning are fine—they’re healthy. But moving in with the “what-ifs”? That just keeps you stuck. And you can be mad about it, or philosophical, or educated, or confused. Doesn’t matter—the outcome’s the same: your energy is elsewhere.
The juice is here, now: making the best of what’s in front of you. Relieving pressure where you can. Taking one step—just one—without demanding a full map and guarantees you’ll arrive on schedule. That’s how you slip the Devil’s grip. That’s how you claim the cup that’s yours.
Now, for you:
Where are you letting “what might have been” write the story? And what’s the one step, right now, that lets you reclaim the story you’re actually in?