palm to face

Written By Jo Want

my Hands called me out

I had my palms read recently and… wow. Turns out, these puppies aren’t just great for holding snacks but those lines and squiggles aren’t just random - they’re a bit of a full-on personality roast with added life spice. My hands told me things I already knew deep down (but probably needed to hear again), plus a few truths I’d been happily ignoring.

So here it is: what I learned from my palms, the bits that made me laugh, the bits that made me squirm, and why I’m now slightly obsessed with Googling palmistry at midnight….

🔥 Fire Meets Water 💧

My hands are a mash-up of Fire and Water. Fire is boldness, energy, action. Water is sensitivity, empathy, depth. Together? I’ve got the guts to dream it and the heart to actually give a shit.

But here’s the catch:

Fire without action just fizzles out, and Water without movement goes stagnant. Translation: stop faffing, stop doubting, and crack on.

🖐🏻 The Lines 🌙

  • Life Line: strong and curvy. The energy’s there - but only if I actually use it.

  • Head Line: logic + imagination. Great for planning, dangerous for perfectionist spirals.

  • Heart Line: generous and loyal. Lovely - as long as I don’t waste it on people who don’t deserve it.

  • Fate Line: faint. Translation: no one’s writing this story but me. (Or I’m dead already?)

  • Sun Line: strengthens with age. My creativity will shine brighter the more I keep showing up.

Basically: the map’s there, but I’m holding the steering wheel - fucking terrifying, right?

🔥 Phoenix Eyes

Yep, those are some rare thumb markings apparently. And I have two of them. They mean resilience, intuition, rebirth. Not just surviving, but transforming. And honestly, I guess that tracks.

But let’s be real: rebirth isn’t all sparks and phoenix feathers. It means burning stuff down - toxic habits, crappy excuses, even cosy little comfort blankets. If I want to rise, I’ve got to stop clutching the ashes. OUCH.

🌊 Roots and Branches

Flexible thumbs = flexible life. I love a plan, a calendar, a neat little spreadsheet. But in practice? I bend. I shift. I flow.

Sometimes that looks like wisdom - waiting for the right tide. Sometimes (being brutally honest here) it’s just me avoiding the thing.

So the trick is balance, and if I break it down into tree-like symbology (probs because I’m surrounded by glorious Banyan Trees out here!) and it actually reminds me of my actual roots in Nottingham and how the Major Oak is held up!

  • Roots = my non-negotiables (movement, decent food, sleep, stuff that grounds me).

  • Branches = creativity and adventures that bend with the wind.

  • Scaffolding = flexible structure so I don’t drift into chaos and sabotage.

When I work with that rhythm, I reckon I’m unstoppable. When I ignore it, I feel like a mess. And I have been a BIG OLD mess for the past two years, only with tiny moments of getting it right.

🐮 The Taurus Bit 🌿

Born 15th May 1984 - classic Taurus. Loyal, rooted, stubborn as hell, loves food, loves comfort, loves a nap. Solid Earth sign vibes.

But I’m not your bog-standard, “don’t move me, I’m comfy here” Taurus. I’ve got not one but TWO Phoenix Eyes on my thumbs. In palmistry, that means constant rebirth. While most Taureans are digging their heels in, I’m setting fire to the old and trying to rise up shiny and new.

Downside? It means no clinging to old habits, excuses, or “that’s just how I am.” If I want the rebirth, I’ve got to face the bloody fire first.

💫 Numerology: The Venusian Six ☄️

My birthday number (15 → 6) is pure Venus energy. Double love, double harmony, double beauty. Sounds dreamy, right?

But here’s the kicker: inside 15 are the numbers 1 and 5.

  • 1 says: lead, don’t wait.

  • 5 says: freedom, adventure, change.

So no, it’s not enough to just be chilled and harmonious. I’m supposed to lead, to grow, to push myself. Comfort zones are fine - but they’re not the point... so I better crack on!

☀️ The Big Picture 💛

My hands, my stars, my numbers - they’re all telling me the same thing. Maybe it’s spooky, maybe it’s just bloody obvious (especially after re-reading some of my “thought diarrhoea” blog posts recently). I’m Earth that roots, Fire that acts, Water that feels, and Phoenix that rises. I’m not broken when plans change - I’m bending. I’m not lazy when I pause - I’m working with my tides.

But here’s the kicker: none of this matters unless I do the bloody work. I can’t sit around waiting for alignment forever. I’ve got to tend to roots daily, choose vitality, show up for creativity, and let things burn when they need to.

I’m resilient. I’m radiant, like the sun. I really am fucking worthy.

But only if I commit.

So yeah, my palms gave me a reality check wrapped in mysticism. Some bits felt like a warm hug, some bits like a slap round the chops, but all of it made me think. And here’s the thing: whether or not you believe in palmistry, astrology, numerology (or any other -ology), sometimes we need a different lens to see ourselves clearly. My hands just happened to be the mirror this time.

So now I’m curious: what would your hands say if they could talk? Would they call you out, cheer you on, or remind you of something you’ve been dodging? Maybe it’s worth taking a peek – because who knows, your palms might just be holding onto the pep talk (or kick up the arse) you need too.

💛

Jo Want
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