Scratch That

I made a plan and I was ready. Peru in March followed by a course called the Medicine Wheel in September. How wonderful for me that everything was falling into place as I approach my 35^th birthday. How wonderful to feel the momentum of what I consider to be my true calling and my life’s work start to fall into place.

Because sometimes I worry about where I am. Especially in my career. Nothing has ever really ever felt right, until I started learning about energy healing and ceremony. I finally got that tingly ‘this is where I belong’ feeling.

Peru felt like the next step. Especially after the last Healing Grief and Trauma program I attended.  The trip changed from 18-10 days. (another good sign) And, I was also expecting payment for a contract I worked on (6 months ago) that would cover the trip. I mean come on, all signs pointed to GO!  

I was ready. To spend the money. To leave my darling girlies for 10 days. To take time away even though it wasn’t really the best timing for my husband. To take part in ceremony that (from what I’ve read) is pretty earth shattering.

I happily sent in my deposit.

Only to learn the trip was being rescheduled to September and lengthened to 14 days.  This also meant Medicine Wheel training has been postponed till 2015.

 I cried. I really did. HELLO UNIVERSE, I AM CHOOSING ME!! And I reflected on what this could possibly mean.

A week later I booked a family trip instead. My husband has really wanted to go but I didn’t think we could swing the time or money with me being away in March.  The timing is off for him, I mean completely off. Like he’s in the middle of a big project and can’t really afford to take the time away. But you know what, in a somewhat out of character move he’s fully embracing our trip. Our time together with our little family. Just us. We don’t do it enough.

So maybe this is where I am meant to be. Here. Right here with my family. For now, this is enough.