I had found my “paradise” a small town tucked into the Northern California Mountains, perfectly situated between the Bay Area and Lake Tahoe. It was perfect, everything I wanted and more but there was only one small problem…I had NEVER been there before! I was head over heels in love with a town that I had never set foot in. It was perplexing to say the least, how could I be so certain that this was the place for me to build my life when I had never even been there?
This place just FELT right, I just knew it was where I was supposed to be. After many mistakes, I have learned to to trust my intuition. You know when you hear that small voice telling you to “Slow Down” but you ignore it because you are late for work, only to be pulled over moments later for speeding. Suddenly, you realize that the message had meaning and that listening would have prevented so much hassle if you had just slowed down! When you ignore these warnings and see the negative consequences that develop in your life, you start to listen!
Slowly you learn to trust the inner wisdom that we all possess which gently guides us down the correct path. You start to develop FAITH. Faith that you are making the right choices, Faith that the things you desire so badly will show up, Faith in your own knowingness, Faith that somehow it will all work out exactly as it should!
Despite all of the reasons why I should have just continued to just ride out my life in Orange County, I knew that if I took this path my life would never be the same and that was exactly what I wanted!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference