Fulfillment
When I pulled the Fulfillment card in April, I didn’t rush to interpret it. I let it sit. Propped against the mirror on my dresser, it watched me come and go, morning after morning, night after night. I caught it in my periphery while searching for earrings, putting away clothes, and collapsing into bed. Fulfillment felt like a word meant for later, a word with a lot of distance built into it.Because I’m in my twenties, my life obviously feels unfinished. I’m mid-becoming, mid-learning, mid-mist...
