Owning My True Energy: The Chariot

There’s a moment in every woman’s self-journey where something finally clicks. For me, it came during a reading with Stacey, when she looked at my cards and said, “You’re not the Empress. You’re not the High Priestess. You are The Chariot.”

At first, I wasn’t even sure how to take that. The Empress and the High Priestess are the glamorous archetypes — the nurturer and the intuitive. The soft, mystical, effortlessly magnetic feminine. The women who sit on thrones and pull the world toward them without lifting a finger.

But Stacey didn’t waver. She said it again with conviction, like she was calling something out of me that I’ve known my whole life but never put words to:

“You’re The Chariot. You move.”

And it hit me in a way I can’t unhear.

**The Empress Creates. The High Priestess Knows.

The Chariot Drives.**

I’ve spent years, maybe my whole life, trying to figure out why I don’t fit into the soft boxes people expect women to live in. I’m not the “wait for it to come to me” type. I don’t sit still. I don’t shrink. I don’t wait to be chosen.

I create my own momentum.

I build my own opportunities.

I chase the sunrise.

I hunt the woods.

I jump on boats, on planes, in trucks, carrying cameras and gear and guts and fire.

That’s Chariot energy — a force in forward motion.

The Empress attracts.

The High Priestess receives.

But The Chariot?

She decides where she’s going and goes.

The Chariot Woman Doesn’t Wait for Permission

Stacey told me I’m not the Empress because I don’t sit back and let life unfold. I don’t float. I don’t bloom passively.

I blaze. I charge. I steer.

And I’m not the High Priestess because I don’t sit in the shadows or wait for signs. I don’t hide behind intuition or silence. I don’t play the quiet mystic role that says, “Just trust the universe.”

I trust me.

I trust my choices.

I trust the fire in my chest that says, “Go now.”

The Chariot woman doesn’t hope the path appears — she builds it. She lays down the gravel as she goes, steering through contradictions, obstacles, emotions, and whatever chaos life throws her way. She wears her armor not because she’s cold, but because she’s learned how to protect her heart while still moving forward.

Strength Without Softness Isn’t a Flaw — It’s a Calling

For a long time, I carried guilt about not being soft enough. Not feminine enough in the Empress way. Not intuitive or passive enough in the High Priestess way.

I thought something was wrong with me because I wasn’t built to sit still or be held in place.

But Stacey said something that freed me:

“Your strength isn’t a lack of softness. Your strength is your softness — just expressed differently.”

The Chariot loves deeply.

She cares fiercely.

She feels everything — but she doesn’t let emotion derail her.

She channels it.

She fuels her momentum with it.

She keeps going, not because she’s numb, but because she knows she’s meant to move.

The Chariot Chooses Her Direction — and Her Destiny

When Stacey pulled that card for me, she was naming something I already live every single day. The Chariot is the woman who:

• doesn’t lose herself in anyone

• doesn’t wait for clarity to arrive

• doesn’t crumble when someone pulls away

• refuses to stand still and stagnate

• pushes through emotional storms

• chooses her path with intention

• protects her dignity

• keeps her standards

• and moves with a mission

The more I think about it, the more I realize:

I’ve never been the throne-sitter.

I’ve always been the one holding the reins.

Being The Chariot Means I’m Done Underestimating Myself

This reading didn’t just label an archetype — it gave me a mirror.

It reminded me that the traits I used to think were “too much” — too bold, too driven, too intense, too direct — are actually the parts of me that make me powerful.

I’m not meant to be passive.

I’m not meant to wait.

I’m not meant to shrink.

I’m not meant to be the quiet, mysterious background energy.

I’m meant to lead, to build, to move, and to choose.

And the older I get, the more I realize:

Every version of me has been The Chariot. I just needed someone to say it out loud.

**The Chariot Is Not Who I’m Becoming —

She’s Who I’ve Always Been.**

This is the part that makes me emotional.

The Chariot isn’t a future version of me.

She’s not the woman I’m striving to grow into.

She’s the woman I already am — the one I’ve always been.

Focused.

Forward.

Driven.

Determined.

Self-led.

Self-trusting.

Built for momentum.

Built for movement.

Built for her own destiny.

I’m not the Empress.

I’m not the High Priestess.

I’m The Chariot.

And I’m finally stepping into her fully.