Just play pretend with me, alright?
Play pretend that somewhere, once upon a time, there’s a girl who is just starting out as a tarot reader.
Play pretend that she’s… not the classic race that people expect tarot readers to be. She’s in her mid-30s, and she wants to make it her thing — “it” being meeting people, talking to them, listening (maybe, if they want to talk, but mostly) for the messages and guidance that they need to hear, and telling them about it.
Play pretend that since she’s just starting out, she’s got to find a way to make that business the source of her income.
And play pretend that the kind of life she wants to have feels light, kind, and easy. Dresses, cafés, handbags (instead of backpacks). A home that’s like a sanctuary, to recharge and be creative. Money comes easily, flowing gracefully and with gratitude.
She’s tall and confident and beautiful, and the light she has makes her shine. Her eyes talk of knowledge and experience and compassion, and her smile is warm. Whatever room she walks into, play pretend that she brings authenticity, and carries herself, instead of letting the world move her around or weigh her down.
Play pretend it’s the kind of life in which she can walk, with relaxed presence, into a store and buy a bag of fifteen thousand money pieces, knowing she has even more and everything is peaceful, safe and well. Play pretend that she doesn’t just do it once, she does something like this many times.
What would you tell that girl to do? Woman. Lady. Turn her into an imp (?) or a fairy or a witch if you want to. Human. Person.
What would you tell this character to do? What choices, if she made them, would make sense in her story? What choices would annoy and frustrate you?
I’d expect her to take it seriously, and build a business.
if this is a business, as she calls it, then some things need to appear in her story.
the montage of her working on the business basics, for example. a website, her services, something somewhere she can be found, especially an online base.
i’d expect her to make videos, posting what she can do so people get to know of her, and see if they’re comfortable with her energy.
i’d expect her to post consistently, so people find her a familiar face.
i’d expect her to actually tell people she’s a reader, or a messenger, or a… guide? we’d need a name, a what-to-call-her-job. a title.
like, she doesn’t have to network (i can’t imagine what kind of places or people would make sense), but she needs to put herself out there and in different places.
I’d want her to get used to places she wants to be in.
if she wants to sit in beautiful cafés, wear gorgeous dresses, look like she’s a part of places, she needs to go out into these spaces, wearing what she wants to wear.
and if she’s going to buy a handbag worth fifteen thousand money pieces, she needs to walk into those stores and become familiar with those places, the same way she’s comfortable in the places she’s been to often.
She needs to make the uncomfortable choices.
sometimes fashion is a montage. it’s more likely that she’s going to go through a pretty uncomfortable transformation, like amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldo, before she gets to pretty.
there’s learning about colour and cloth and cut and fashion. there’s going for walks and exercising. there’s being uncomfortable posting and working and pushing through her own limitations (a lot of them self-imposed, thankfully, and are not real limitations).
and she’s going to need to get comfortable with the feeling that no one knows what they are doing, and that there’s no roadmap to this. there’s no roadmap to becoming a spiritual reader and guide. There’s no roadmap in being a messenger.
i’ll definitely need the scenes when she takes a moment and looks satisfied with what she’s building, because that feeling is the whole reason why she’s going on this journey in the first place.
And I’ll need the happy ending.
… this is… a me thing. as a reader, a watcher, i want stories to have a happy ending. to have the people who want what they want to get it.
for the ones who have dreams to not let them go.
to not have life come in and turn them around and have them replay someone else’s life as their own.
i’ll need her to choose creativity over (over-)consumption, the light and the life over fears and worries over heartbreaks and heartaches. to find herself in the softness of acceptance, quiet, peace. to connect both the dreams in the sky and the reality of the ground.
and to listen to this voice — the author writing her own life — over the voices of the other characters in her life or in her head.
knowing that what’s meant for her will find her, that’s she’s not too late, or even too early, that if she finds herself wanting something, it’s because it’s already hers and calling her name.
there’s a lot of advice out there… about business and relationships and what should or should not be done. and a lot of options out there too. i hope she realises that the choice that will always be right is the choice that comes from the inside. and she’ll only know it when she takes the moments of quiet and peace. those are as vital as the work, neither alone can help her succeed.
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