What a day. I read Tarot cards for almost 9 hours straight, with just a half hour break for lunch, for which I probably did not charge near enough money, but it is a thing that I do that I love. I am emotionally and mentally exhausted, but I feel really good. It’s kind of like sports. After a long, brutal, exhausting match of almost anything, you feel exhilarated, but exhausted and sore. It hurts good.
It was a Valentine’s Day event at a wax museum, which seems to be a very cool place and I am looking forward to touring it some time when I am not working. I only saw the tiny corner of it where I was working, but even that was impressive. Those wax statues look real.
I don’t remember a lot of specific details of the readings. From the time they opened at 10 o’clock I had a fairly steady stream of customers and didn’t notice the passage of time because I was so focused on each one, struggling to get the words right, to try to apply them to each stranger’s individual situation, trying to guess who they were from their appearance and the way they spoke, to be kind when the cards were not, and to leave everybody happy while giving them some enlightening information. So much can happen in so little time that time both passes more swiftly and yet, so much new information comes in that at the end of the day, it seems as if weeks have passed.
I thought I was doing great with my steady stream of clients, but then, in a down moment, I looked over at the lady reading palms – she had a queue that went all the way across the room to the back wall.
About an hour after that, I realized I had a queue, too. Not as long, but still. No rest. Then, an interesting development happened. One couple asked if a joint reading were possible and I said ‘Sure, why not?’ because anything is possible, the cards are a tool, we use them, they don’t use us.
After that, that seemed to be what most people wanted and the Tarot reading turned into a session of couples counseling, for which I’m fairly completely unqualified but, in fairness, so is everybody else in the world, even those doing it professionally. Who knows what goes on inside other people’s heads? It is an undiscovered country.
Anyway, I’m doing it again tomorrow and very much looking forward to it.