I've always been curious about the spiritual realm, soon turning into an avid believer when my brushes with feng shui and tarot card readings turned out to be frighteningly accurate. I even made it a point to do a tarot card reading once every month, noting down the results then comparing it with what happened at the end of the month.

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Take for example, my previous month's tarot card reading mentioned if there's a chance to travel, I should go for it. Shortly after, a friend approached me, asking if I'd like to go on a short weekend getaway to Genting with her friend. The tarot card reading has already slipped my mind, but I jumped on the opportunity anyway because of my constant need to getaway from Singapore. It's only when I went back to last month's tarot card readings that I spot the coincidence.

Tarot card readings are always more accurate in hindsight when I reflect on monthly happenings so I never gave much thought to the readings when I first receive them. It was more of like a oh good to know, then I'll usually forget about my tarot card readings till much later. This month's tarot card reading, as always, was rather general — opportunities will present themselves, peace will be restored, a time to celebrate with loved ones, a time of change, crisis of faith.

But I was taken aback as I unveiled the last remaining card.

Hmm, a new lover?

Of course, I take tarot card readings with a pinch of salt but it was surprising considering I haven't been actively looking for love and even deliberately stayed away from guys who showed interest in me. I haven't exactly given guys any chances of entering my life either because I never felt ready. I still struggle to love myself — and I deduced that I can't love another till I learn to love myself — not to mention that I'm still healing from my previous relationship.

After six years of jumping from one relationship to another, I needed all the space to discover myself, and that's what I've been doing on my own. It came to a point whereby I was confused when my friends asked how do I stay happy on my own. It didn't make sense to me — I was born single, why was I expected to have someone attached to my hips? I don't need someone to complete me because I'm not a 50%. I'm a 100% on my own.

Coupled with colleagues constantly placing emphasis on my tender age, I concluded that the best (and tragically, last) years of my teenage life should be spent single. Assuming that they know better since they have more experiences in life, I put trust in their words, grew independent and chose to place all my love on my family, friends and myself.

However, a conversation with someone from my past a few days back made me realised I have grown, even if I didn't notice the change myself. Humans adapt quickly to situations — losing the love of my life, having my closest friends walk out of my life abruptly and finally stepping into society all within a span of half a year woke me up.

Surrounded with well-travelled colleagues, some of whom are much older than me, gave me a broader perspective of life, made me grow mature and now I'm sure of what I want. I'm more aware of myself now and can my own emotions in check, compared to the volatile girl I was just a few months back.

I'm ready for someone new to enter my life. At least, I think so.

I'm still a tiny weeny bit apprehensive about being in another relationship at this age. Yeah, I miss the warmth and having someone to ask — and actually care about — how my day is going, but I hated the emotional roller coaster, I detested how I sought someone else's approval when I can be a whole person on my own.

I guess that's the bit about growing up: I constantly remind myself I shouldn't need to live for anyone else. Although I'm still a physical person who craves intimacy (my love language, nothing sexual), I supposed I rather miss the familiarity of having someone to cuddle with than have the companionship of someone wrong for me.

And if I can keep remembering that, then I'm good.

This tarot card reading doesn't change anything. I still revel in the idea of solitary; in fact, I mentioned to my mom a couple of weeks back that it isn't terrible if I end up being single for life either — without any responsibilities, I can use all my money to travel and explore the world on my own. My mom simply rolled her eyes at me. Haha. I'm taking things one step at a time. If it happens, it happens. I guess love comes when you least expect it to and it'll never hit you if you're actively seeking it.

To my future lover, if we do meet, hello. I hope you adore travelling as much as I do because I can never stay in Singapore for too long before I feel the need to pack up and escape elsewhere again. Please be ready for an untamed soul and lots of travels, it's gonna be a helluva adventure :)