My Brush with the Judgement Card
So, the other day, I was feeling a bit… off. You know that feeling? Like you’re treading water and not really sure which way the shore is. I wasn’t looking for massive life answers, just a little nudge, maybe a different way to look at things. So, I did what I sometimes do when I’m in that kind of mood – I pulled out my old tarot deck. It’s worn, a bit dog-eared, but it feels familiar, you know?
I wasn’t doing any fancy spread. Just shuffled the cards while thinking about this general fog I was in. Then I pulled one. And what pops up? Judgement. Yeah, that one. Of all the cards, right?
My first thought was, “Oh great, here we go. More heavy stuff.” Honestly, the Judgement card can feel a bit intense. Like a big trumpet blast telling you to wake up and smell the coffee, or face the music, or something equally dramatic. I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for a cosmic alarm clock at that moment.
It got me thinking, though. Not so much about some grand divine judgement, but more about those smaller, personal reckonings we all have. It reminded me of this time, years ago, when I was working on a project. I poured everything into it, really believed in it. But things weren’t quite gelling. Deadlines were slipping, the team vibe was off, and I was just pushing harder and harder, thinking effort alone would fix it. Stubborn, I guess.
- I kept telling myself it would turn around.
- I ignored some pretty clear signs that the approach was wrong.
- I was too invested to see it clearly.
Then came the day when the whole thing just… collapsed. It wasn’t a big dramatic explosion, more like a slow, sad deflation. And in the aftermath, I had to sit down and really look at my part in it. That was a kind of judgement, wasn’t it? A self-imposed one, mostly. I had to face the fact that my way hadn’t worked, that I’d missed cues, that I needed to change how I approached things. It was tough, but it was also a massive learning experience. A real wake-up call.
So, looking at that Judgement card on my table, it didn’t feel so much like an accusation from the universe anymore. It felt more like a reminder. A reminder to stop, take a breath, and look honestly at where I am. What am I holding onto that I need to let go of? What calls am I ignoring? It’s not always about some big, final decision. Sometimes it’s about the smaller choices, the daily course corrections.
I spent a good while just sitting with that card. Didn’t try to force any big revelations. Just let it be there. And slowly, that foggy feeling started to lift a little. Not because I suddenly had all the answers, but because the card kind of gave me permission to reassess, to be honest with myself without beating myself up over it. It’s about making peace with the past so you can actually move forward, you know?
It’s funny how a piece of cardboard can do that. It’s not magic, obviously. It’s just a tool. A mirror. But sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. A way to reflect and see things from a slightly different angle. The Judgement card, for me this time, wasn’t about doom and gloom. It was more about clarity. A call to shed old skin, maybe forgive myself for some things, and step into whatever’s next with clearer eyes.
So, that was my little rendezvous with Judgement. Still processing it, to be honest. But it definitely stirred things up, made me think. And sometimes, that’s the most important part of the whole deal.
