When I fly, I like to pull tarot cards for myself. Usually this results in cards that are about travel. This time around the tarot suggested that I be more mindful in setting up habits around how I use my time. The three-card-pull was a capstone of little observations I stumbled upon while away from home, work, and the Internet.
My friends, who are only a year or three older than I am, are not exactly elderly, but they are in the early stages of being old. This is better than being old like my parents, but still, as the saying goes, “We’re not exactly spring chickens any more.” I have also fallen out of good fitness habits, and was in better shape this time last year than I am now. If I want to be spry in thirty years, I need to be actively spry and limber now (glares the the joints of his toes).
The systems of air travel in the US are brutal to the under-privileged, the foreign, and the elderly. To navigate in the world one needs a good credit card, a modern cell phone, mental acuity, and good English language skills. And guess what, air travel is simply a simple manifestation of a much larger system of privilege. I imagine that I’ll need to stay on top of how the world works as I age.
I spend far too much time on social media, and far too little time playing the harp, reading tarot cards, exercising, learning Middle Kingdom hieroglyphs, or writing, and various “adulting” jobs like meal preparation, laundry, and general maintenance. I suppose this means actively scheduling time. Given my inclination to relax and recharge after work, I should probably limit my social media to a half-hour or so in the afternoon.
I can survive on just one sixteen ounce cup of tea per morning. This feeds into the decision to aim for seven-and-half hours of sleep. This means both going to bed a little bit earlier and getting up a little bit earlier. It also means I should more aggressively reclaim lost bed geography from the dog.
If I had to select which Tarot card symbolizes reclaiming lost bed geography from the dog, I’m pretty sure it would be the Nine of Wands, with the Seven of Wands reversed for those nights when she sprawls her body athwart the bed and crushes my knees and feet into each other.
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