My last night in Los Angeles I was standing on the corner of N Orange St. outside the CVS near the Chinese Theaters. I had just came from a night of watching movies at the AFI Fest and was waiting for my Uber to pull up.
I was still tipsy from the two hurricanes I downed like juice and my balance was off. I half twirled and stumbled, looking around to make sure that no one could tell. I looked at my phone and saw it was 11:11 and made a wish. When I looked down from my phone, my eyes fixated on the ground and saw a tarot card. The King of Wands.
I own a lot of tarot cards and have seen a dozen psychics but I’ve never saw one ever lying around on the street. It was so odd. Based on my wish, I was weirded out.
Here I am in Los Angeles standing on the corner, tipsy, making a wish and look down and see what? Confirmation?
My friend Kim and I looked up meanings for the card my entire ride back to my AirBnb.
I can’t stop thinking about what it could mean for my life. A sudden whirlwind of a change from the life I’m accustomed to and happiness.
The other night I dreamed I was suddenly pregnant and had a baby named Christian. I was super excited about him but disappointed that no one was around to celebrate me. I was happy but noticed I had few people around that loved on me and my baby.
If I try to think about what it all could mean, I get white noise. I’m trying not to force anything and just let life happen.