Tarot card explanations can be shitty. They’re hard to learn and then, even once you learn them, they’re hard to explain to someone else. After a very long time of pondering this problem, I resolved to keep a look out for real, actual situations that embody the cards. As I come across them, I’ll share them under the “Tarot Cards in Real Life” tab here on my blog. In no particular order other than how I come across them.
This requires a short backstory: my husband is a Virgo and I am a Sagittarius. The more he insists I do things his way, the more I refuse, and it goes on and on.
The particular day that I had a clear vision of a real, relatable example of the Empress and Emperor, we were arguing over laundry. It usually starts out that way. He wants me to hang his shit in his closet organized by style and within that style properly colorized. So just to piss him off extra, I leave his clean clothes in laundry baskets. As well as my own. The shit’s clean, okay?
My husband tends toward drama, so he has to make a scene and say things like, “I go to work every day to put food on our table and all I ask you to do is take care of the kids and the house.”
(All he asks me to do. That’s a good one. He must think there’s a magical fairy that sneaks in at night and does fucking everything, because he’s under the impression that I sit on my ass all day.)
But this day, I thought of a comeback that’s actually ended the argument for the past few months, which is just stunning.
“You might bring home the money,” I said, “But who makes the grocery list with meals for every single day? Who goes to the store and buys the shit? Who cooks it? Who literally sits it on the table in front of you? Who cleans up the mess so it can happen all over again the next day? Fucking me.”
Then he said, “Let’s go watch TV and order pizza.” His fury over laundry abruptly ended.
Stunned, I stood in the bedroom for a minute thinking about tarot cards (because obviously nothing gets through to me).
In this instance, the genders may be swapped, but this, right here, is the Empress and the Emperor.
My husband is the Empress. His paycheck is potential. It could be spent on anything. He spends all day working to build up this possibility.
I am the Emperor. I take that potential and focus it, funnel it into something concrete. Spaghetti tonight, tacos tomorrow, some rice shit for lunch.