Futureproof?

I had my hand read the other night. I said "be brutal". And boy, was she ruthless.

Apparently, I'm going to have some sort of major accident or health issue around my 50's which won't kill me (not quite) but will require lots of rehabilitation. You can bet I'm looking forward to that!

The other major thing to come through was that in my life I have 4 major loves. Now, doing some maths, I would probably say that I've had only one of those (it might be argued that I've already filled the 4 quota but I don't think so, although it is hard to decide who is a major love and who isn't), so, hurrah for me: 3 more to go!!!! :D

But that scares me slightly. 3 more big loves means at least 2 more big break-ups, suffering, tears, heartache, fuck-ups. But it also means 3 times the love, the fun and the joy. Or at least, I hope.

See, even in the worst times I still have that damned hope floating inside of me. Why can't I just be pessimistic for once, for my own good?

Yours in mystical puzzled-ness,

S