My Tussle with The Chariot
Alright, let me tell you about my run-in with The Chariot card. It wasn’t like I went looking for it, you know? It just kept showing up. Seriously, for about two weeks straight, every time I did a quick pull for the day or asked about this frustrating project I was stuck on, bam! There it was.
Getting Started – Sort Of
At first, I just kinda rolled my eyes. Okay, universe, I get it. “Move forward,” “take control,” blah blah blah. Easier said than done, right? This project felt like trying to herd cats. One part of me wanted to push through aggressively, the other wanted to scrap it and start over. Total gridlock.
So, seeing The Chariot constantly felt like a bit of a joke. It’s all about willpower and direction, and I felt like I had zero. The card shows this figure in a chariot, usually pulled by two sphinxes or horses going in different directions. Yeah, that felt about right. That was me, stuck in the mud while my inner sphinxes were having a tug-of-war.
The Actual ‘Practice’ Part
I decided, okay, fine. Let’s actually do something with this. I wasn’t about to do some fancy ritual. Not my style. I just took the card out of my deck. Put it on my desk where I could see it while I worked.
- I’d stare at it when I felt that familiar tug-of-war starting in my gut.
- I tried to pinpoint the two opposing forces in my situation. What were my sphinxes? It boiled down to: Get it done fast vs. Get it done perfectly. Classic.
- I consciously tried to act like the charioteer. Not by forcing one way, but by trying to hold the reins on both impulses. Sounds vague, I know, but it was more like… acknowledging both drives were there, and trying to steer them together, even if it felt clunky.
What Happened Next
It wasn’t some magic moment where everything clicked. Hell no. It was messy. There were days I leaned too hard on speed and made mistakes. Other days I got bogged down in perfectionism again. But looking at that card every day was a reminder. A reminder to try and steer.
Slowly, I started making progress on the project. Not by crushing one impulse, but by finding this awkward middle path. Okay, draft this section quickly (appease the ‘fast’ sphinx), then schedule a specific, limited time to refine it later (nod to the ‘perfect’ sphinx). It felt less like a smooth chariot ride and more like wrestling those contrary beasts forward inch by inch.
End Result?
Did I suddenly become a master of willpower? Nope. Still struggle with that.
Did the project magically finish itself? Definitely not. It was still a slog.
But working with The Chariot, even just by keeping it visible and thinking about it, forced me to confront the why behind my stuckness. It wasn’t about picking a side, it was about acknowledging the conflict and trying to harness it, even clumsily. It shifted my focus from the frustration to the steering. And eventually, yeah, I did get the damn thing finished. It wasn’t pretty, but it was done. That felt like a Chariot win, my style anyway.
