It's a kind of magic.

I read my tarot cards the other night, and the weirdest thing happened.

It told me that everything is going to be just the way I've always wanted it to be.
I don't mean that I'm suddenly going to be unnaturally blessed or anything - just that the work I've been doing is going to pay off.

It's a strange thing when you get that kind of message. You're metaphorically standing there, holding the piece of paper in your hand, and it falls to the ground, and you don't even notice it, because you're basically frozen with disbelief. It's like someone's just told you the world is flat, really for real, it's flat, and you have to rethink everything that ever happened to you in light of that new knowledge.

I put the cards away, and smiled, and went to bed.

Last night I dreamed of having sex with an ex-lover, and then woke up and made coffee and rode my bike. I wasn't exactly sure where I was headed; I just knew that I needed to go. On the street I ran into someone I know slightly - a man who'd made it fairly clear on more than one occasion that he was interested in me.

I'm not attracted to him, I don't think, but I keep having these interesting, sunny conversations with him.

I don't mean that the sun is actually shining at the time, just that the thing bounces along in a merry sort of way, and we end up talking about insoluble math problems.
I thought, when the first conversation happened, that it was a pity he wasn't cuter. The second time I caught myself wondering if maybe he is cuter, and I just can't see it quite yet.

I had a terrible time trying to be (natural and relaxed and casual yet sexy) around the summer boy at the party I went to, and today I was mulling it over, and being bothered that it was still difficult, and then I ran into this other fellow, who happened to be heading exactly where I'd loosely planned to go myself, and so we rode together for a bit. I felt like it was the universe trying to help me out of the hole a little.