I’ve spent decades lying to myself,
Telling myself a story where I’m the lazy princess
Who won’t live happily ever after
Because lazy princesses don’t get the dragon in the end.
Except I am the dragon.
A walking, talking, green-eyed monster
My envy wrapping me like a second skin
Because I see the merit in seeking out sunbeams
As an ideal space to rest and recharge
But somehow this only applies to cats?
If there is work to do, it gets done.
But when there is rest to do?
There is this narrative which makes no space for it,
And I’m tired of it.
Today’s deck is the Tarot of the Magical Forest
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