Several days ago, I decided to treat myself with a second tarot reading on my birthday. The last few weeks had been alternately frustrating and enjoyable, with few job leads but plenty of time to take my newish bike to White Rock Lake. And my gym visits are showing results.
While I know little about Tarot, I did research the cards that appeared during my reading. There wasn't a single negative card. Instead they were all positive, especially the two Knight cards, as this translated into a message that I was already well on my way to a meaningful journey with a valuable destination. And she drew the Sun, which is another positive card.
Another December bonus was the sudden appearance of my former cub, Darren*. He was in town on business and had time for an early dinner before heading home. While I can't help but wonder what could have ensued if I'd invited him to my house, I felt more comfortable with a public venue. He didn't act disappointed with lack of a booty call, so chances are he was also wondering what sort of chemistry might or might not prevail. He looked as if he'd put on a bit more weight, but it wasn't a distraction.
In the meantime, my cyber-flirtation with Cincinnati* continues. He's turned up the naughty meter a bit, which I'm seriously enjoying.
Since he occasionally mentioned another meeting in 2019, I eventually decided to state my views once and then leave the ball in his court. I said that he would be the one who decided when and where we met again. I then asked if this was odd, and he said that it made perfect sense considering our different employment situations and my plans to take on contract jobs in 2019.
I decided to take a mindful attitude to this, and to not postpone other plans in the hope that Cincinnati would eventually extend an invitation.
I'll be glad when 2018 is behind me and I can move forward with leaving Texas.
* See The Usual Suspects.