
Joy so real it can't help but pull more people into the light with it.
She's back three weeks later, practically towing her sister through the door by the wrist, saying 'you have to see this woman' before either of them has even sat down, and the booking happens before the formalities do. This is radiant joy at full strength — so genuine it multiplies on contact, warmth that can't help but pull one more chair up to the table.
Something good happened here, real enough that it needed sharing, real enough that a whole new person walked through the door because of it. Let the glow be exactly what it is today. This is what the work is actually for.
what may cross your path
Good things want company. Let them multiply.
The sister gets dragged in with real, genuine enthusiasm and then, halfway through her own reading, starts talking over it — correcting details about her own chart she read online last night, needing, a little, to also be the expert in the room. The warmth is still there underneath. It's just gotten competitive, a performance of already-knowing layered on top of the actual joy that brought her here.
This isn't darkness. It's brightness turned slightly toward proving something instead of just enjoying it. Let the joy stay generous tonight — it doesn't need to also win the argument.
what may cross your path
My joy doesn't need to also be right about everything.