Back in the day, I was the veryyyyy emotional, but still logical, grounded, no-BS type. I studied educational science in Germany and focused on social studies and psychology which means my brain is wired to analyze, structure, and understand the why behind everything. I always loved thinking about life, connections and feelings, but I needed proof, logic, and real-world application. “Your destiny is written in the stars”? Cute. But where’s the research?

Then came a time in my life when everything felt… off. Boring. Stuck. The kind of existential crisis that makes you Google things like “Why am I like this?” and “How to figure out your life in 10 easy steps (spoiler: there are none).”

Out of sheer curiosity and a sense that there is nothing to lose (and, let’s be honest, boredom), I picked up a tarot deck. Just for fun. No expectations. But then, something weird happened: The cards made sense. They reflected my emotions, my patterns, my fears—the things I hadn’t fully admitted to myself. It wasn’t magic. It was psychology, storytelling, and self-reflection all rolled into one.

So, naturally, I fell down the rabbit hole. I started studying everything I could about tarot, astrology, and the ways they help us understand our own psyche. The patterns. The archetypes. The cycles. The way we all have a cosmic blueprint that affects us in ways we don’t even realize. And that’s when I had my “Oh, sh*t” moment:

This isn’t about predicting the future. It’s about understanding yourself in the present.