When Nothing is True and Nothing is Permitted (or, getting out of a nasty energetic spiral, with Parks and Rec references)

Note: This post is a month old. It's been sitting in my drafts. In the interest of posting anything, ever, I am going for it.

I gave a reading to a friend at the last Full Moon Shenanigans (a name I came up with months ago that has fortunately? unfortunately? stuck). The 10 of Wands*. The 8 of Disks. When you feel blocked, I said, slow down. Don't stop.

Wait, she responds. That's a *thing*?

I could walk instead of run?