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saturday, and the house gets a proper look at you. no schedule to hide behind, so whatever you have been putting off thinking about comes and sits down in the room.
the seven of cups is too many wants at once. it turns up when the problem is not a shortage of desire but a crowd of it, so nothing gets chosen and the whole business gets filed under unrealistic.
the crowd is protective, and that is worth knowing. as long as there are six possibilities, none of them has to be attempted and none of them can be got wrong. picking one is the moment it becomes real and you become answerable to it.
you do not owe anybody a five year plan by tonight. but one of those wants is heavier than the others when you are honest, and you know which one it is. today you could just say it to yourself in plain words and leave it at that.
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