Okay, so I wanted to talk about this feeling, you know, the one tied to the Nine of Pentacles card. It’s that sense of having your own space, being comfortable on your own, enjoying the things you’ve worked for. For a while, I felt like I was just rushing, not really appreciating anything. So, I decided I needed to actively practice feeling that way, even just for a little bit each day.
Getting Started
First thing I did was realize I needed a specific time and place. It didn’t have to be fancy. Honestly, life’s too busy for grand gestures most days. I just picked a corner of my living room. It gets decent light in the late afternoon. I also committed to just 15 minutes. Seemed doable, less pressure that way.
The Actual Process
So, here’s what I started doing. It felt a bit weird at first, not gonna lie.
- Clearing the space: Before I’d start, I’d quickly tidy up just that little corner. Nothing major, just moving clutter. Made it feel intentional.
- Bringing ‘my’ things: I grabbed stuff that made me feel good, that felt like ‘mine’. For me, it was a specific mug I really like, a comfortable cushion, and sometimes a plant I’ve managed to keep alive. Simple stuff.
- The ritual bit: I’d make myself a cup of tea – not rushing it, actually paying attention to the process. Then I’d just sit in my corner with the tea.
- Just being: This was the hardest part initially. I tried not to scroll on my phone or plan my next task. I literally just sat there. Sometimes I’d look out the window. Sometimes I’d focus on the warmth of the mug.
- Thinking about ‘enough’: I actively tried to think about things I already had, things I’d achieved, big or small. Not in a bragging way, but in a quiet, thankful way. Like, “Okay, I handled that tough project,” or “I’m glad I have this quiet moment.” It was about appreciating the ‘now’ and my own little world.
Keeping it Real
Some days, it felt forced. My mind would race, or I’d only manage 5 minutes before getting restless. I learned not to beat myself up about it. The point wasn’t perfection, it was just showing up for myself. If I missed a day, fine. I’d try again the next. I found that just the act of trying to create that feeling started to make a difference.
What Happened
Slowly, it started to feel less like a chore and more like a refuge. Those 15 minutes became something I looked forward to. It didn’t magically solve all my problems, obviously. But it did help me cultivate a little pocket of that Nine of Pentacles feeling – that sense of quiet satisfaction, of enjoying my own company and the simple things I’ve gathered around me. It’s like building a tiny, internal garden. It takes effort, yeah, but it’s worth it. It helped me feel more grounded, more appreciative of my own efforts and my own space, even when the outside world felt chaotic. Just my little practice, but it made a difference for me.
