Lately, I've been putting all my efforts into my coaching, energy healing and retreat portion of my business (not to mention my regular daily duties on the farm). I love what I do. I'm here to help and serve others, of that I'm sure. I noticed, however, that my writing mojo has been in a real slump for the last two months. I suppose it's natural that something's got to give. My calling is not exactly megaphone loud... it comes to me more like Morse code or smoke signals... although the message is clear, my interpretation is not. I'm all over the map with finding my purpose. All I can do is keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other... wherever my tug tugs me. I do practice what I preach.
I'm just an ordinary gal living an extraordinary life... but nothing about my life fell into my lap... it didn't come easily. And it's because it didn't come easily that I have a deep desire to connect and share my stories with others. I want to encourage everyone to follow their own tug to create their own brilliant lives. When I coach, I often rely on my own personal experiences to illustrate or shine perspective on a situation. My clients have given me such lovely testimonials, so I trust I'm touching hearts. It feels good.
I've decided to expand. I've been musing with public speaking for quite some time... the whispers are getting louder. I'm travelling next week and decided to reach out to people I thought might be able to connect me with speaking opportunities. Sometimes the Universe cracks me up... that same day I received two responses inviting me to speak to their audience. Feels like a confirmation to me.
This is what this life's adventure is all about... you don't actually have to know what's next. Don't wait to find a perfectly well-trodden path. Just swing in mid-air from vine to vine and yell "a-ah-aah" until you hit a clearing. Whether you scream with fear or elation is completely up to you.