My mother turned eighty this week. I bought a ticket to fly to Iowa in the dead of winter to help her celebrate the big day, but I didn’t tell her. I decided to surprise her since no one who knows me would ever suspect that I would fly to Iowa in February. (I am allergic to snow.)
I have been planning the trip since October. I bought a new coat since winter coats aren’t really needed here in California. I bought some leg warmers. I packed my suitcase about two weeks ago because organization is one of my superpowers. I paid to check a bag because, winter layers.
Two days before I was to fly it became very clear that travel was not worth the risk of covid, as fully vaccinated and boosted people were being hospitalized with the newest variant. I chose to cancel my plans.
Of course I was disappointed, but I accepted the situation as Divine Guidance. This was simply not the right time for my trip.
As I unpacked woolen socks and warm winter wear, I realized I had the next ten days off with nothing scheduled.
My logical mind rushed in with a plan to reach out and book as many massage clients as possible. Instantly I felt my energy drop, as if just booking them would exhaust me.
My intuition speaks to me in my gut. I have learned that when something feels warm in my gut, I move toward it. If something feels cold in my gut, I try to move away from it. Rebooking my week felt cold, but I momentarily resisted my intuition because one of the voices in my head was whispering, “we need the income!”
Luckily for me, a recent episode of my favorite Podcast, the Spiritual Sandbox, was whispering in my other ear, “Give. Yourself. A. Fucking. Break!” That felt warm. Then a Karen Drucker song popped into my head to join the party singing, “Money is coming to me easily and effortlessly!” I laughed with relief, knowing that I didn’t need to break my neck to rebuild the week’s paycheck.
I finished unpacking and picked up a book I had been meaning to read. I spent the rest of the day reading and playing a silly word game that I love. The next day we drove to San Francisco, took a long walk and enjoyed a picnic by the water. I went shopping for a new pair of walking shoes one day, and found a really great deal. I slept late, wrote blog posts, and finished watching the Book of Boba Fett on Disney. I meditated each morning, and made time to journal, and connect with friends.
I let my mom in on the planned surprise and Divine redirect. She agreed with the wisdom of my choice. We chatted daily, and agreed to celebrate her birthday in May when Iowa weather won’t be so bitter.
It was a really relaxing, energizing week.
My tax refund arrived yesterday and covered the week’s bills. I feel well-rested, rejuvenated and ready to rock a full week of coaching, and massage clients! I needed time off more than I realized. The Universe knew that, and arranged it for me – when I was willing to follow my gut.
The Universe is always guiding us.
What is your gut telling you?
When you consider a decision, does it feel warm or cold?
What happens when you follow that guidance?