Ugh, this is so self serving…

The Sun. Fire. Vitality. Wonder. Joy. Innocence. My favorite card of the deck.

My tarot practice is messy, curious and playful, so why not choose a deeply personal, handwritten font that is a little sloppy? did you know you can have your handwriting made into a font? 17-year-old me did, and pea amy was created.

And because today I am celebrating yet another solar return, I’m celebrating that Amy too.

There’s a lot of talk about inner child healing, but less about healing your inner teenager. Without spilling my guts here, I look back at teenage me and just want to hold her. Tell her that everything she is feeling is right, truly nothing is impossible, you deserve more, and to stop hoping for validation that will not come. Since I can’t go back and bitch slap that little punk awake, the next best thing I can do is strive to be the person she needed.

My thirties have been a trip. On days I feel more lost as a 34-year-old than I did as a 17-year-old, I let the teenager take the wheel, she knew more than I (or probably anyone) wanted to give her credit for.

Naturally, I’ve strayed far from the point of this practice. pea amy is felt tipped ink on printer paper, sheer 2009 joy and blind optimism, scanned in at 300dpi. Handwriting ego immortalized, waiting for a moment in the sun.

See you for our next reading where we dive into why the fuck I was like that in college with the help of the devil card 😉 jk.