I’ve been pretty zapped empath-wise the past week; dear friends have been going through some difficult times, and I’ve found myself flat on my back for the rest of the night, as if I were a blinking empty battery.

I’ve also had a bit of impostor syndrome going on — a class I want to take is application-only, which triggered my “am I a fraud, what if I’m not good enough to pass the application” reflex. I pushed through it — it’s obviously a guaranteed no if I don’t apply at all — but I’m still nervous that I’m Not Good Enough, so it’s time to dig back into the work.

Last night I went back to my cards, and I pulled the reversed Ace of Cups. Drained, upended, blocked, emotionally dribbling out through my fingers. I’m right in it.