I was planning to use the Jane Austen Tarot, but I picked the wrong deck from the table. By accident I used the Victorian Romantic Tarot. I did not notice it until I flipped the card over, and was surprised to see this voluptuous naked woman. So not Jane Austen.
But well, The Star is a lovely card to receive; I do not put it back. Fate has given it to me. And the card is apt as well. I wanted to be more optimistic, but before I know it I am putting myself down again with all sorts of impossible demands I will never be able to answer. Right now I cannot even enjoy finishing something. All I can think now is, "I did this work too intense and I worked too hard." Yikers! That is not the way to go. What does not help either is that I must present a paper on a mini-symposium on complementary Health Care about tarot and Health Care. I am nervous about it and want to finish things up, so I can start writing it.
Putting my life into perspective is to keep up hope, even if I think all is grim and that I will never be able to change my attitude to work and health. Hope and optimism, and being gentle to myself, that is what the soft silvery skin is saying to me, which I see glimmering out of a corner of my eye.