Look into my crystal ball…

It’s been a busy, stressful couple of weeks. The boyfriend is gone on a fishing trip. I’ve been working around my house, trying to knock out a few things on the pre-sale to do list. I’m trying to keep to myself at work, and avoid any further drama, while keeping an eye out for a better position elsewhere. With everything that has been going on, I was thrilled to take a break on Saturday and spend some time with a friend.

My friend (we’ll call her G) has been having a really rough year, and has basically been hiding out from everyone while she recovered. I’ve kept in touch, but gave her space; I’m an introvert, so I understand needing some time alone to figure things out. I was thrilled when she said she wanted to go out this weekend. We hung out, went to lunch, and then went to see a psychic.

About once a year, G likes to have her fortune told. The first time I had my fortune read was at G’s bridal shower; She hired two psychics to come and give everyone a reading. A couple of years later, she asked me to go with her for a private reading. It isn’t something I’d ever even think about doing on my own, but $20 every year or two for some entertainment and bonding time with my friend isn’t so bad.

I’ve never been one to believe in destiny. I don’t believe the future is set in stone; there are too many decisions we make, small and large, day in and day out, that can change the path we’re taking in life. That being said, I’ve always enjoyed Horoscopes. My “sun sign” is Scorpio, and I fit my sign to a T. Loyal. Passionate. Intuitive. And heaven help the person who crosses me! Back when I was still living with my parents, I would occasionally look for my horoscope in the paper. “You’re patience will be tested today. Pause before letting your emotions get the best of you.” Maybe I wouldn’t have lost my temper that day? It’s still a good reminder.

It’s only human to wonder how your choices will turn out. Every relationship I find myself questioning whether it will lead to a happy future, or if I’m wasting my time. It would be so much easier if we knew where our choices would lead. But if things are easy, they somehow lose their value. And life would be less exciting if we knew how things would end.

I sat down at the table across from a surprisingly young man. He looked nothing like what I would expect of a psychic. I cut the deck of cards, and stacked them back together, watching as he fanned the cards out, and asked me to pick one. He then closed his eyes and held the remaining cards, and slowly began laying them out on the table. “You’re dating a man who has no verbal filter. Everything he thinks comes out his mouth, with no thought about what he’s about to say.” Oh, this guy was good!

The “Psychic world” is filled with scams and illusions. It’s easy to see why: So many people treat psychic readings like playing the lottery; They go and they go and they go, hoping to hit the jackpot future. That isn’t how life works. You have to create your own dream future, it isn’t handed to you over a set of tarot cards. To me, a “good psychic” is an intuitive person, who knows the right questions to ask, and can be really blunt in telling you what you need to hear. You know, those things that you don’t want to hear, even from your closest friends and family members.

What did the psychic tell me? Well, a lot about the boyfriend. A LOT. To the extent that I felt like the boyfriend should be sitting in my seat. The boyfriend’s kids, the boyfriend’s house, the boyfriend’s ex. I pouted over to my friend “This isn’t even about me!” To which he reminded me that I was in a long-term relationship with someone; his life IS my life. Touché.

He told me that I could expect to have difficulties with one of the boyfriend’s sons accepting me, but to stay the course, and things would work out okay. Someone involved in the sale of the boyfriend’s house will try to manipulate the situation, but we need to remember to stand our ground. I need to remember that I have a life and interests outside my relationship, and I need to make the time to pursue those things. And, if I put effort into it, I can find the new job I want. Without having to settle.

Work hard. Stand my ground. Remember who I am. Remember what’s important. All in all, not bad advice. Sure, he still told me hopeful prophecies of my future: The house will sell for more than I expect, marriage will come sooner than I expect, and someday he sees a baby. Probably a boy. Hey, it was a psychic reading after all! Like I said, I don’t believe the future is set in stone. Good advice, interspersed with dreams. Entertainment. Definitely not something I would put much stock in, or make a habit of. Just something fun to do with a friend.

What does my future hold? Well, that’s still mine to decide.

– Cindy W.

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