The past few weeks have been... emotional? I guess emotional is the right word for it. It's the ups and downs, the happy and the sad, the bitter and the sweet.
My husband and I have made the decision to move back to Michigan, where our love story began. We met at a small liberal arts college in an even smaller town (one blinking yellow light small) and the universe ended up weaving both where I grew up (Michigan) and where he grew up (New England). We've actually spent most of our relationship living on the East coast.
If you think this was an easy decision, think again. As soon as we felt confident, fear would come in screaming. Just as quickly as fear came swooping in, excitement would follow.
There is so much that I love about New Hampshire. I love the fact that it is provided me a beautiful place for some serious spiritual growth. I'm grateful to be surrounded with breath-taking landscapes, mountains, and only a short drive from the ocean. Sometimes, I start to get down on myself for being so resentful and pessimistic my first couple of years out here. I know I can't change it now, but I can confidently say that I have learned the lesson on how to "bloom where you are planted.":
Besides the landscapes, my in-laws are out here and some truly incredible friends. My adorable niece and nephew are here. My best friend is a 6 hour drive away and our bond only became stronger as we both grew from the experience of moving thousands of miles from home. I'm saying goodbye to clients and families that I have been working with for YEARS (that post is coming at you next week).
And back in Michigan, my family awaits our return. Including my amazing 8 month old niece. Many of our mutual friends who have been a part of our lives from the start cannot wait for us to return.
I can't wait. I can wait. I can't wait. I can wait.
See what I mean? Emotional.
As I process this, I start to realize that as you grow older and travel, you are never fully home again. You are never home and you are always home. You learn that home is not a structure, but a feeling. The feeling that is often rooted in a particular place and when you explore, you take a piece of that place with you and you leave a piece of yourself there. Again, this makes me feel sad and happy all at once.
I want to dedicate this post to my husband. I know this move is even harder for him than it is for me. I know it's really stressful when both partners in a marriage are struggling with their own emotions and experiences. I am grateful for you, for you are my home. There is no one else I'd rather be on this intense, emotional journey with than you.
When is the last time you took a moment to just be you?
You know, the you that feels content and in alignment. The you that comes out when you have the house/apartment/room to yourself on a Saturday afternoon. The you that feels supported and loved by the universe. The you who engages every moment in activities that fill your soul and make you feel at home.
For me, that is taking time to do things like read Thoreau or Emerson, write poetry, and get as close to the nearest body of water that I can. It is creating a playlist for the long drive home, filled with music that makes the drive feel like a scene out of a movie with each song somehow perfectly fitting each scene. It is cuddling with my dog on the couch while listening to the rain and drinking a warm cup of tea. It is a meditation, followed by an angel card reading and journaling session on the porch. These are the things that make up part of who I am.
Sometimes we lose touch with that part of ourselves. We get caught up in the day to day. The alarm goes off and we go into robot mode. We drive the same commutes every Monday morning, yet so few of us take the time to notice the different faces that we drive pass or the flowers blooming in the yards. The world is constantly providing us with opportunities to recognize beauty and be in awe of the daily miracles, but when we aren't in alignment with ourselves, our eyes and minds are closed. We stop taking the time to do the things that make us happy.
We stop doing the things that make life special. We stop doing the things that make us special.
The times are calling for a quantum shift around this. We are NOT meant to wake up, work, sleep, repeat. We are meant for so much more. We are meant to live in JOY. We are meant to live in LOVE.
I am ready to step into my role as a guide for others who want to live a life of purpose. For those who are ready to live a life where they are constantly acting from a place of joy and love.
I've created my new coaching packages just for you- the amazing person reading this who is ready to make this shift and find full alignment. You can read more about my coaching packages on the Mind, Body, Soul Coaching tab! Book a free discovery messenger or phone call session by e-mailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Deep breath in...
Those are the words that have kept me grounded the past three weeks. Since Spirit Junkie, I've felt the call to make some big changes. I knew what parts of my life were no longer serving me and it was time to take action. I had enough of waiting. I could feel in every bit of me that the universe had great plans to support me... if I would just be willing to take the leap.
I had to create space for the miracles to happen.
A series of intense, frustrating, and sad events took place at my job the weeks following Spirit Junkie. There were two ways I could handle it: fear or love. Fear told me to stay despite feeling the warning signs of burnout. Fear told me that I needed the money and that I needed to play it safe. Fear told me that there was nothing else out there for me and that I'd be in drastic lack if I left my job now.
Love told me differently.
Love gently encouraged me that it was time to go. The universe had been quietly taking care of a few clients that I had been worried about, guiding them in different directions. Creating space for me to leave. There were still a few that made me second guess leaving. When I realized that I wouldn't tell them to do the same thing I was considering, staying for the sake of not causing waves in another's life, I knew that I needed to model for them how to take control of your own story line. Love promised me that I would be supported. Love reminded me that we live in a creative. abundant universe.
So, I quit my job. I've given a generous notice (5.5 weeks) and planned to give myself some time to reset before moving back across the country. I had been asking for signs- specifically butterflies, and I started to lose track of how many I would see every day. I applied for an amazing opportunity and asked for signs in the form of the school's mascot- the next day I saw it on the cooler of a restaurant we frequent for lunch. The signs couldn't be more clear. The feelings couldn't be more mixed. I went to my meditate pillow, angel cards, and journal for guidance. All of the guidance continued to lead me back to taking the leap of faith and going home to Michigan.
The universe has already been providing me with unreal, tangible pieces of support since I gave my notice. I was inspired to completely re-do my coaching offer. When I read my new description of coaching with me I am overcome with gratitude that I could be of such service. The upcoming courses have the potential to completely change the lives of those that participate. I seriously can't stop coming up with new ideas for the Entrepreneurial Mindset and have had SOOOO many intuitive hits for those who have already signed up. The divine guidance that is coming in for this course is so beautiful. I am so excited for a course full of light workers who are ready to step into their power. I am SO excited that I have been blessed with the extra time to spend really making this course everything it has the potential to be.
This is what it means to take control of your own story line. It is honoring the process, witnessing the fears, choosing love, and opening to the divine guidance that is unconditionally offered to you.