Five of Swords

The Five of Swords Take on Achieving Goals

Today, I did a new moon tarot spread ritual. Being an Aries ♈︎ new moon, the first zodiac in the cycle with a new beginning theme attached to it, I did the spread focusing on the goals I set for myself this year. The last card on the spread was the “message from the Universe“, and I got the Five of Swords.

Five of Swords is about:

conflict resulting in winning but not really (winning at all costs) or being defeated.

Neither is a message I expected to get when asking about achieving my goals.

The card I pulled was from the Tarot of The Divine deck by Yoshi Yoshitani (yep, I finally got the deck after waiting for more than six months). Here, the card shows Anubis, the Egyptian god of the afterlife, holding five scythes while the fertility Goddess Isis is mourning near his feet.

Btw, I feel like it’s worth mentioning that looking at the card only and associating it with The Five of Swords‘ traditional meaning, one might interpret it as Anubis has defeated Iris in the duel. That’s not the case. In the Egyptian mythology, Anubis restored Iris’s husband, Orisis’s, chopped dead body parts, turning him into the first mummy. Therefore, Anubis is more of an ally instead of an opponent. It flipped Five of Swords’ classic deception, which is traditionally drawn as two opposing sides, one side winning and causing a grievance to the other side. Because of this and many other distorted links between the image on the cards and the mythologies behind each of them, I am not sure whether I want to celebrate this deck as the culture-themed tarot deck that I have been waiting for all my tarot-practicing life.

Five of Swords Tarot

Anyway, back to the Five of Swords and my achievement-focused Aries ♈︎ new moon tarot spread. After some mulling-over, I remembered a story from the mega-inspiring book that I read years ago: Happier by Tal Ben Shahar. He started the book with a story of being disappointed after winning a race he put so much effort into because he thought it would make him happy (the classic: I will be happy when *insert future achievements here*), but it didn’t, because achieving goals doesn’t equal being happy/happier.

I guess the Universe is trying to tell me the same thing:

Achieving all my 2021 goals won’t bring me happiness.

Both might work parallelly and possibly interlinked, but I’d be a fool to see them as the same things. This, though I don’t like to admit, is a good reminder for a goal-hungry Virgo like myself.

Now, how do I cultivate happiness, which is the ultimate goal?

Things That Make Me Happy

1. Package on my doorstep

It’s a long day at work and I was tired, but I needed to do grocery shopping because I didn’t have washing powder anymore and I couldn’t keep using it as an excuse for not doing laundry for a month. (Is it still called grocery shopping if you buy toiletries?) Finally,  I walked up to my place and saw a package in front of my door. Instant rejenuvication!

Be it a parcel/bulky letter/postcard waiting in front of the door; it could be something I have anticipated, as the beauty box; something that I bought myself online or a total surprise (the best kind); whichever it is, it never fails to make me feel giddy from the minute I see it until I tear it open. At times I keep it unpacked for a while to keep the high feeling last longer (addict lingo).

2. Investment bag worth a month salary

You guys, I am a trough and trough bag lady. I don’t care at all about fashion/clothes/combing my hair, but bags for me are like shoes for Carrie Bradshaw. To be honest, I don’t have a bag worth a month’s salary, not even a half-month salary. I still need to pay rent and eat cupcakes man! But if and when I have additional money I set aside to get a not-cheap bag once a year. Once I get it, we, me, and the bag, would bond and be kinda like friends. Wait, did I say I am friends with my bag? Well, that’s embarrassing, I meant to say best friends.

3. Note on the Starbucks Cup

I never got a personal note written on the Starbucks cup and I so want to! You know, Ala Taylor Swift or the many lucky ones out there (zealouuuusness). We have a Starbucks in our office lobby, and with the long hours, I can be considered as a regular but no, no cute written note for me. It’s only “Good day, Mam” and “Warm it up for you, Mam?” Mam? How old do they think I am? Gaaah!! Maybe it’s me, maybe if I stop my expressionless “Latte/Toffee Nut less sugar”, one day I will see “Your bed hair is so sexy..  Mam” written on my latte cup. A girl can wish.  

4. Blog Comments

Who doesn’t like getting comments on their blog? It’s equivalent to compliments in the real world. People read stuff I write and take their precious time to type in their thoughts about it/me. That’s steak sauce, you guys. I filter all the emails I get in my personal account so that most of it will skip the Inbox but not for Disqus notification. Be it I’m in the meeting, woke up in the middle of the night to pee, or in the middle of Liv and Fitz make-out session if you comment on my blog I want to know then and there. Stat. So I can float high — or even higher if combined with watching the make-out scene. Blog comment was best described by Cather of Fangirl; she said it’s like a gold star. I think.