Taking a Leap of Faith

No matter what the age, starting a new chapter in life can be exciting, scary and sometimes absolutely paralyzing, all at the same time. Whether it’s starting a new job; a new relationship or moving to a new home, we have to be careful not to let our fears cloud our judgement when that still small voice inside speaks to us. When we hear that voice we have the choice to either act immediately; wait for another time or dismiss the idea completely. The choices can seem overwhelming. But over time, as we learn to listen and trust that still small voice within we will not hesitate to take that leap of faith.

During these times so many of us let the fear of failure or the fear of regret get in our way. Afraid that we will fail. Or afraid that one day we will wake up feeling unfulfilled, realizing that we have missed the opportunity to make a difference. An opportunity to not only make a difference in our life but quite possibly a difference in someone else’s life as well.

Throughout this pandemic many of us have begun to realize that our current life is not suited for us any longer. Life is short. Too short to be doing something that no longer makes us happy. Like spending your entire career as an Accountant because of other’s expectations of you, when in reality you wanted to be an artist. Or you remain living in the same town you grew up in despite wanting to move across country and discover the NEW you. Quite possibly you may have even realized that you were no longer getting what you wanted or needed from a relationship. You realized you simply deserve better, even if it means being alone for a while.

I recently made a major change in my life. And although everything in my being told me it was the right time and place, I still felt the nervous butterflies in my stomach. I mean there I was, middle aged - sort of, no numbers please - moving from New York State to West Coast Florida. And not to retire and take it easy but to start a WHOLE NEW life. New job. New home. New friends. New everything. And all during a pandemic. What was I thinking? On paper it looked like the craziest thing to do. And I’m sure that some of my co-workers and friends thought the same. My immediate family and close friends, being used to me listening to that still small voice, probably wished the little voice would muzzle itself. But they were considerate enough not to mention it to me.

My life had seemed to be on hold for over four years, since my husband’s death. As if I was waiting. Waiting for what, I didn’t know. But whatever “it” was I knew I wasn’t going to find it in my current state of mind.

Although I would break out in a sweat anytime I thought of making the move I still continued to pack, to purge and to say good-bye to the ones I love. The entire time that voice inside kept saying “it’s time.” And I knew without a doubt that yes, it was time to begin a new life.

As many of you know I am a planner. I plan things step by step, whether it’s for the day, the week, the month or the year. I get a lot of use out of my yearly calendar. And I had this move planned for months before the pandemic hit. But if we have learned anything this year it is that plans can be derailed at a moment's notice. No matter how much we plan nothing is guaranteed. Absolutely nothing. So when the pandemic hit I thought that’s it. I can’t move. But as that small voice began to get louder and louder I began to realize, things may not be turning out the way I planned but when it's time…it's time. As I began to get ready for the move things began to go smoothly. And when I actually made the move things fell into place much easier and quicker than I had planned. And in some respects even better. It was as if everything and everyone was waiting for me to take a leap of faith and make the move. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I was home.

The future is unknown and for me that’s always scary. But what I find even scarier is not listening to my intuition. To that still small voice within. I don’t know what the future holds for our country, our world or for me but I am open to new adventures (even while social distancing) and new possibilities.

Whether you call that still small voice within intuition, God, Spirit, your Ancestors, your guides or all of the above, we must listen. If you practice listening to the small voice for little things you will not hesitate to listen and act accordingly when the major push is given to you. That voice is there to help you. It will not steer you wrong.

Wishing you love, peace and light.

Thank you and be blessed,

Sylvia


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