The eight of swords shows a butterfly hanging in its cocoon, dangling above swords. Trapped. Odds stacked against it. Stuck.
A new year and a fresh start. The six of wands is all about rising from the ashes and achieving a higher level of success. If you’re not feeling it already, it’s coming.
Because when I was in my teens and twenties out at night in my sleepy suburban neighbourhood, I would sandwich my keys between my fingers as a weapon. Just like the girls were taught in school. Just in case.
Because I’ve been told – one too many times – that I’d be prettier if I smiled.
Because I can’t go for an early morning jog without being acutely aware of my surroundings at all times.