Okay, let’s talk about the Tower card. I remember pulling this card quite a few years back, and honestly, it freaked me out a little. I wasn’t doing a formal reading, just shuffling my deck one evening, feeling a bit unsettled about things, and boom, there it was, staring up at me.
At the time, everything felt pretty stable, or so I thought. I had a decent job, lived in the same apartment for ages, routines were set. Seeing the Tower felt… wrong. Like it didn’t belong in my current life picture. I kinda just put the deck away, trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. You know, denial.
Things Started Shaking
Well, denial didn’t last long. Maybe two weeks later, the company I worked for announced a massive restructuring. Out of the blue. My whole department was dissolved. Just like that. One day I had a desk and colleagues, the next I was packing a box. It was a total shock, like the ground just vanished beneath my feet. That image of the Tower card flashed back into my mind pretty vividly then.
It wasn’t just the job, though. That was the big lightning strike, but other stuff started crumbling too. It felt like a chain reaction:
- My finances took a massive hit, obviously. Panic set in pretty quickly about bills and rent.
- My confidence plummeted. I started questioning everything, my skills, my choices.
- Some relationships got strained. The stress revealed cracks that were probably already there, but the job loss pressure made them wider.
Picking Up the Pieces
It was rough. Really rough. There were days I barely wanted to get out of bed. The structure I relied on was gone, and I had no idea what to build next, or how. It felt like being lost in rubble. I didn’t look at my tarot cards much during this time; it felt too raw.
Slowly, very slowly, I started clearing away the debris. It wasn’t a big heroic effort. It was small things. Updating my resume. Making calls. Reaching out to friends who stuck by me. Talking things through. Admitting I wasn’t okay was a big step, actually.
What I realised eventually was that the old structure, the job, the routine… it wasn’t actually making me happy. It was comfortable, sure, but it was also a bit of a cage. The Tower event, as terrifying and painful as it was, forced me out of it. It forced me to look at what I really wanted, not what was just ‘okay’ or ‘stable’.
The rebuilding process was gradual. I ended up taking some time off, doing some freelance work totally unrelated to my old field. It didn’t pay as well initially, but it felt more… me. I moved to a smaller, cheaper apartment. I reconnected with hobbies I’d abandoned. It wasn’t about rebuilding the exact same tower; it was about building something new, something more authentic, on the cleared ground.
So yeah, the Tower card. Still gives me a jolt when I see it, but I don’t fear it in the same way. I see it now as a reminder that sometimes things need to fall apart quite dramatically to make space for something better. It’s messy, it’s scary, but it’s not always the end. Sometimes it’s a very forceful, very necessary new beginning.
