There was a time when Tarot reading seemed
like a distant dream, something that belonged to the pages of mystical novels or the silver screen. I would watch the psychics in films, their eyes deep with secrets, flipping cards with effortless grace. I was drawn to their world the way they seemed to touch something unseen, something powerful. I could never imagine that one day, I would stand in their shoes.
For years, I didn’t know how to bridge the gap between my fascination with Tarot and the reality of my own life. At the time, I was focused on building a business, trying to find my way as a coach, juggling motherhood, and living in the middle of a complicated marriage. The universe seemed to have other plans for me, leading me down paths that weren’t always easy but necessary for my growth.
I remember the first time I…
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