In 3 days my plane takes off. Maybe I’ll wake up. Maybe this dream will end. It doesn’t seem real. Certainly I don’t have any of the anxiety that I carried with me before I made this decision. And none of the fear I had before I quit my job. Now that I know I have made my decisions, the voices in my head that kept telling me “no” went away. Deep inside my heart I always felt good about this. Seems my brain and my soul were at odds with the decision, and for once my soul, my intuition, won out.
I am not worried about the future either. Once again, my brain isn’t working overtime. So perhaps I am finally making progress in shutting out those fears that keep me from learning more of my spirit. Thank goodness it only took 50 years.
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