This card greeted me this morning like an old, bone-tired friend.
The Ten of Wands isnât subtle. It doesnât whisper. It walks in carrying too many damn things, collapses in a chair with a groan, and says:
âYouâre doing too much. And most of it doesnât even belong to you anymore.â
And wow, did I feel it in every cell today. Not just physicallyâthough hello,âŚ
