It’s all in the signs.

Dear Universe,

I want to be crystal-fucking-clear about something.

I was put here, on this earth to be of service to people. For guidance. Or healing. Or, dare I even think it, having been told on multiple occasions that I’m a terrible teacher, for teaching.

I’m 4 pages into Women Who Run With the Wolves and I already feel a part of me waking up. Shifting.

I’ve always felt like I was here to be of service to people, and NOT in a retail capacity, because I fucking hate retail, and I believe that my talents are completely wasted in retail.

But I digress.

I’ve done all sorts of soul-searching, Goddess-querying, Universe-begging to lead me in the right direction, to set me on my path.

And y’know what?

It’s blank. There never seemed to be an answer. All my non-traditional healing quests have never panned out.

Reiki, I only did level one. Yoga instructor, I could never manage to save enough to do it, and then I ended up having children and a family.

Pulsars, I lost the ones my aunt gave to me as a gift. They were more precious to me than gold, and I still beat myself for losing them.

Radionics, my uncle lent me his machine and I had a ton of fun with it. I had to give it back though, and I never knew how (couldn’t afford?) to get a machine of my own.

After high school I really wanted to go study Pulsars with my aunt, but my mom was so excited for me to apply and get into the journalism program at my local college that I did that instead. Then I got pregnant.

Life happens. But I keep feeling a call.

A few weeks ago, (after I had resigned myself to the fact that I would probably be stuck in retail for most of my adult life), and just as I was falling asleep, my soul cried out.

It was a long strangled cry for help.

“Please, I need your help, just tell me what to do!”

I’d like to say I had an epiphany in a magnificent dream, but it happened even more organically than that.

The next morning I woke up, and I felt compelled to watch my favourite youtube witches.

Tarot. I was being pulled towards the tarot cards. This was the help that I had been crying for. I have started a tarot-reading business, but have done nothing to help it grow.

It’s like I planted the seed, but I never watered it, or nurtured it. I never took care of it. 

How can I build a business, how can anyone build a business, if you’re not nurturing it?

I’ve waffled on this path before, but every time I come back to it, every time I come back to reading the tarot, when I come back to the single purpose of helping people, it just feels right. It feels like I’m doing the right thing. I feel it echo to my very soul.

I don’t want to work in retail any more. I don’t want to zombie through my life.

I want to be fully present. Here and now. I want to offer guidance, and wisdom, because I believe my story can help you get in touch with yours. I believe together we can share our stories and walk away as better people.

I wasn’t put on this earth to work in retail until the end of my days. It’s time to do the side-hustle. It’s time to build my business, put out consistent content, and literally be of service to people.

I have always honestly believed that we as people can shape our own lives. It doesn’t have to be sad/boring/annoying/lame. But that’s exactly what I’ve done. I’ve let my life become sad and boring.

Women Who Run With the Wolves has come across my path so often it’s a wonder the Universe didn’t slap me across the face with it. This book is super-charging me. It’s fuel for my soul.

This is the inspiration that I’ve needed to get my ass in gear.

One night, not so long ago, my soul cried out to the Universe, and the Universe answered me big time, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

 

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One thought on “It’s all in the signs.

  1. Tiffany says:

    This is great! I’m glad that you’ve chosen to follow your soul path, instead of going through life always feeling like there’s something missing, or something else that’s something MORE that you are meant to be doing. Kudos to you!

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