Born Today?
A reading for your birthday. Taurus season.
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
A skill that has not been used in a long time does not vanish the way you expect it to. It settles into your hands and waits there, patient in a way that surprises you when you finally reach for it again. The gap between the last time and this time feels enormous until the moment you begin, and then it collapses into something much smaller than the years would suggest. Your fingers remember things your head gave up for lost. The year ahead asks you to stop measuring readiness by how recently you practiced something, and start measuring it by how deeply it once lived in you. What you are looking for is not gone. It just moved to a place that takes longer to access, and longer does not mean impossible.