It took me some time to realize that I was on the wrong path. That the work I was doing for a living was no longer fulfilling me; actually was no longer working on any level. Funny how the universe intervenes when you haven't been listening: Contracts are broken; new clients are nowhere to be found; the flow of money runs dry.
I have a sentence that sits on the vision board above my desk. It says: I have been radically transforming. When I was drawn to those words, less than a year ago, I was decidedly not in the midst of a radical transformation. I didn’t even feel as if I were approaching one.
But something inside of me knew.
And I knew just enough at the time not to question. So I cut out the tiny sentence and placed it in the career and life purpose section of my vision board where it sits at eye level.
They leave their mark, most often silently. Settling in, undetected, burrowing deep until the ruts in the brain are as well worn as a deer trail in the woods. The words we heard used to describe us as a child:
It began with an internal knowing. A belief that I could. A refusal to settle. A dogged determination to figure out my purpose. And an audacious belief that I could create the life — any life — I desired. The process was slow and arduous. It demanded more introspection and soul searching than I’ve ever done or been willing to do.