He gave in. The man let his standards fall because no one recognized his worth anymore. Actually, they recognized his worth. Those who have had contact with him have praised him, but they're not willing to pay what he's worth. A younger man is so much more functional to their business model. So he lowered his standards.
Initially I wondered what that was like. How does it feel to give in because standing up for yourself isn't getting you anywhere? But I know how that feels. It's like binding your arms in one huge knot. You have to escape yourself just to feel human.
I know how it feels because right now I'm caught up in my own nightmare. I've written a story that needs to be told, but the people who care about my success have told me I have to cut the heart out of my story because it's too confusing. There are too many things happening.
Then the Death card turned up on my Tarot deck.
I don't want to do this. If I cut her heart out, she will die. She will not be the dream I started so many years ago. She will have changed. The truth is, I know I will make the cuts that need to be made. Like the man who sliced off part of his jammed arm in order to survive, I will do what needs to be done to help my story.
I know all too well that the Death card does not mean death. It means change. Change is not a death sentence. It is an opportunity for a new life.
