Now, at the age of 41, I can look back and say I’ve been psychic my whole life. Yet, most of my life I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know how to use it. And for many years, I dismissed it. I had da ja vue’s, knowings, whispers and quick visions that helped me in some way. As I got older though, I reached a point in my life though where nothing made sense. I needed help and wished for more clarity about my life. I thought a new job, a friend, a winning lottery ticket, another psychic… well just about anything would point me in the right direction. Stressed out, overwhelmed and edgy, I walked away from a career and my home. At the time, in my exhaustion, I still clung to a thin positive thread. A hope. I prayed that thread would not break.
A new beginning I thought. I’d have no idea what would happen. I thought I just needed a break. I did. I needed sleep and a lot of it. As a busy single career mother, I hadn’t slept in over a decade. I needed a slower place so I did slow down. It did take a while to unwind since the Universe had sent me a few powerful punches. Yet, I still found the world rushing around me and that life was often cruel. I wished others would be nice… to me. I’d been nice to others in my life so, why? I didn’t realize at the time was, I just needed to be nicer to myself.