Sometimes it's hard to measure success isn't it? I'm seeing this card today as my radiation doctor and me. I am mentally actually whipping myself to force me to keep the appointment.
I'm reminded by this card it is hard to measure success, because sometimes success in the adult sense of the word often means doing the last thing we want to or think we need to. And doing something that goes against my grain doesn't feel like winning to me. It feels like a failure. They insist it will prolong my life. But at what cost to my body? Yet off I'll go, pushing my sorry breast full of radiation tattoos before me. And I promise I'm done being a crybaby.
"Let the other guys do the crybaby stuff. Go for the laughs." ~ Rip Torn 1931-
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.