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What If You're Not Lost?

This morning I pulled an oracle card. Now, for the non woo-woo among you, before you roll your eyes, bear with me please.

Whether you believe the universe speaks through cards, dreams, chance encounters or your slightly bonkers auntie Brenda is neither here nor there.

What matters is the question it made me ask myself.

What if everything that’s happened to me has actually been taking me somewhere?

The last 4 years or so have been fairly static. Settling into a pub job that gives me the luxury of a 9 day working month was a little too comfortable. But with that teetering on the edge, it’s forced me to look back over the last, well, 15 years.

After leaving Australia for the last time, qualifying as a Homoeopath and Nutritional Therapist (which I no longer practice), meeting the right man and some how buying and paying off a house, it’s all been a bit of a blur.

The cushy pup job is (probably) coming to an end before the end of the year and as any normal human being would do, that sent me into action mode.

I started this Substack, have applied for the odd remote job here and there (and thankfully not been successful), discovered that I love writing and just this week have started this Skool Community.

Giving up the therapy business, ending a well-paid, remote corporate job, and getting entrenched into a pub job for nearly four years didn’t look like a spiritual path while I was living it.

They looked kind of like mistakes and problems.

But just recently I’ve realised that I got everything I ever wanted (before) - the house in a little village in the countryside, the freedom to do with my time what I saw fit (most of the week), and a great relationship that’s heading toward 14 years strong.

The journey towards just before the pub job started, showed me what I wanted in my life.

The pub job taught me boundaries (and then some).

Now I’m writing and have the beginnings of a paid community.

None of those chapters were wasted.

They were stepping stones.

A great many of us reach our forties or fifties and conclude we’ve somehow got it wrong.

The career wasn’t quite it. The relationship wasn’t exactly what we imagined. The children grew up. (I never took that route, but I see the empty nest syndrome around me a lot) The business never quite took off. The dream house and garden that still needs cleaning and weeding.

And we wonder where we missed the turning.

What if there wasn’t one?

We spend our lives looking for signposts. Maybe life is the signpost.

Maybe pulling an oracle card was nonsense. Or maybe the universe was trying to tell me something about my own journey.

I still don't know exactly where this path is leading.

My job at the pub is ending.

My writing is growing.

It isn’t the life I imagined twenty years ago.

But if I’ve learnt anything, it’s this:

The path only ever reveals itself one bend at a time.

Thank goodness.

Otherwise we’d probably be too frightened to start walking.