5 of Swords

This week’s Tarot-Draw is the Five of Swords.

One walks away head held high, the other stooped.

At the forefront the victor contemplates…

Where is the line between celebrating and gloating?

Smugness?

When is the victory dance apropos?

When isn’t it?

What if people had their own victory dance for more mundane celebrations?

Got out of bed? Do a lil dance.

Vacuumed? Dance about it.

Pretty sure you drank a water at some point today? Dance magic dance.

However, sometimes it feels like more people would rather see you fail than see you celebrate.

They may hide behind kind words saying you need to be humble, but they’re hurting and would rather see you humbled to distract them from the ire they feel towards themselves for being cowed in the first place.

Remind them who you are and what you are not.

Express it in action and words.

Why does it bother you if someone is better at something than you are?

Let them inspire you.

Does it bother you if you’re doing better than someone else?

Act accordingly.

Lead graciously by example.

Everybody is good at something, even if it’s doing a good job of not being good at anything.

That being said, not everyone is good at being a cheerleader for others.

Especially when they’re hurting.

Accepting that, I need to pat my own back more consciously.

Overall I think it works out to be less of a pride situation and more of a dopamine one.

Guilt over doing well can be a real wrench in the works.

Anyone else struggle with celebrating the wins?

Sometimes it feels wrong to ask yourself “What am I good at?”

So, what are you the best at?

Ugh, the word “best” makes me feel weird sometimes.

I don’t necessarily want to be better than someone else.

I’d rather better myself. Be the best me.

Not everyone likes the confrontational aspects of competition, but competition in healthy doses teaches us how to handle opposition better.

What if we come at it more from the angle of - of all the things you do, which are you the best at?

It’s also okay to be good at more than one thing…

Yeah, that feels more supportive and encouraging and doesn’t put us on the scales of emotional deficit.

I couldn’t draw Lance with a winner’s smirk, but I like how it came out as pondering the nature of winning on a gusty blustery day.

This week in Psychic Sleep we’ll touch on themes of: ad hoc victory dances; self pats; and bluster.