Seeing the Queen of Wands in Your Outcome Position? Let Me Tell You What That Really Means
Okay, look. You pull a card in the Outcome spot, and it’s the Queen of Wands. You read the little book or hit up some sites, and they all blather on about “passion,” “success,” “confidence,” and being “magnetic.” Sure, sounds great. Like a lottery win without having to buy a ticket. But what does that actually feel like when you’re elbow-deep in the actual crap of making something happen? I spent months trying to figure that out for real, not just reading the tea leaves.
I finally figured out that the Queen of Wands as an Outcome isn’t some free pass to an easy life where everyone magically loves you. It’s a job description. It’s what you become, not what you receive. And I only know this because of the year I quit my steady, soul-crushing logistics management job to try and build my own custom furniture restoration business.
Here’s the thing: I’d been dreaming about that shop for maybe five years. Had all the sketches, a name, even a logo I doodled on a napkin. But I just couldn’t pull the trigger. Too safe, too scared to mess it up. Then, right before I had the meeting where I actually told my boss, “I’m out,” I did a quick three-card spread about the whole venture. The Outcome? Queen of Wands. I remember seeing it and thinking, “Well, guess this is a guaranteed good time.” Man, was I wrong about the “easy” part.
The Dirty Reality of Becoming the Queen of Wands
I started the practice, the real-world test, right then and there. I had to move out of my tiny apartment and secure an old, drafty warehouse space downtown. That process alone was three weeks of nightmares. I had to:
- Hustle to get the initial bank loan because my corporate salary was suddenly gone. They scoffed at the idea of “antique refinishing.” I had to fake so much confidence to even get past the desk.
- Haul mountains of ancient, termite-eaten wood and trash out of the space myself. My hands were raw and blistered for a month. This wasn’t elegant “passion”; this was just brute force effort.
- Fight with the city planning department for two months over some ridiculous zoning permit that nobody even knew existed. I was in there every single day, arguing, charming, and just refusing to leave until they signed the form. That fire, that decisiveness? That was the card talking, but it sure felt like pure exhaustion at the time.
Every single day, I was waiting for the ‘Outcome’ to arrive—the big break, the easy money, the sudden rush of clients. It didn’t. Instead, I had to keep showing up. I was broke, tired, and smelled like lacquer thinner and sawdust. I kept looking at that card I pinned above my workbench, thinking, “You promised me I’d be vibrant and successful!”
The Unexpected Manifestation
The real turning point wasn’t some magical event. It was the moment I realized what the Outcome actually was. It happened about five months in, right after I finished my first big commission—a massive, antique sideboard that took maybe 300 hours of my life. I dropped it off to the client.
She looked at the piece, she looked at me—dirt under my fingernails, old t-shirt, probably smelling funky—and she said, “It’s perfect. More than that, I just love your energy. You light up when you talk about this stuff. That’s why I chose you.”
It hit me like a ton of bricks. The Outcome wasn’t the perfect piece of furniture; it wasn’t even the fat check, though that helped. The Queen of Wands, as an Outcome, meant I had successfully embodied her energy. I had fought through the fear and the exhaustion, and what emerged was a person who was fiercely confident, passionate about her work, and magnetic because of that authenticity. My self had become the final result.
I remember sitting there for hours that night, just staring at the card. It wasn’t a prediction of what I would get, but a prediction of who I would need to be to achieve the goal. The card didn’t do the work; I did the work, and in doing it, I became the Queen. When you pull this card, brace yourself. You’re not getting an easy handout. You’re getting a crash course in fiery, determined self-reliance. You have to step up and own that throne before the rewards start flowing.
So yeah, next time you see her, remember that the Outcome is you, standing there, covered in dust and sweat, but grinning because you finally figured out that your own damn passion is the biggest success you could ever ask for.
