When I first started blogging, a writer friend asked me if I was afraid I would ever run out of ideas. I actually never run out of ideas (I only run out of the ones that won’t get me into trouble). When I’m in writer mode, my wheels are always turning. The words are often rolling around in my head before I get a chance to sit down to write. As a result, I sometimes feel less present, less social, and more absent-minded in my every day life. This summer, I wanted to turn off the chatter in my brain and take a step away from my laptop and really live.
I’ll be the first to admit, I fell into some bad habits this summer. I went out too much. I drank too much. I left people crazy drunk messages. I lost my cell phone. I ate pizza at 2am. I was having fun, but I also felt guilty. Not only did I feel guilty about not taking better care of myself, I felt guilty for not being more productive.
Now I’m a mystical girl who believes everything is a sign. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe there are no chance encounters. I believe everyone is put in your path for a purpose. And I believe that angels speak through people.
So one night in June, while I was out and about, I met a Hollywood producer who had an idea for a project with one of my favorite authors and was wondering how to get in touch with her. I happened to do some volunteer work for her, so I gave the producer an email address where she could be reached. The next day, I received the most beautiful email from the author, a woman whom I admire tremendously. The thought crossed my mind, “Is this a sign? Is the universe telling me I should sit down and write something?” The thought was fleeting, and I kept partying.
About a month later, mid-July, I met a handsome surgeon at a restaurant. I was downing vodka sodas while he gave me an amazing shoulder massage. I don’t remember our conversation that night, but I highly doubt it was anything even remotely spiritual. To my surprise, when he came to pick me up for a dinner date a couple days later, he handed me a book on meditation. He probably thought, “This girl is so wild, I need to teach her how to meditate to calm her down.” While I hadn’t stopped meditating completely, my twenty-minute sessions had fallen to five minutes, sometimes twice a day; nonetheless, I took this gift as a call from the universe to step up my meditation game.
Signs often come in threes, and the angels often speak to me through my dates. A few weeks ago, a date took me to dinner at Cleo in Hollywood, where my girlfriend used to work. My date asked me if I had been there before. I told him, yes, I had, explaining that my girlfriend used to work at that restaurant. My very curious date wanted to know where she worked now. I told him it’s funny he should ask and explained that she is now a full time Akashic reader.
For anyone not familiar with the Akashic records, the records are a metaphysical library containing archives of each individual soul and its journey. Sounds a little out there, right? Well, after explaining this to my pretty straight-laced date, instead of thinking I was crazy, he told me that he thought it would be something I would enjoy and be really good at.
My girlfriend had actually invited me to take the course to become an Akashic practitioner. I was interested in the class, but I had already taken several certification programs in the last year and felt I needed to chill out on courses. However, the fact that out of all the restaurants in Los Angeles, he chose Cleo, where my friend had worked, I felt as though the universe was telling me I needed to take that class, which coincidentally started the following weekend.
After taking the Akashic practitioner course, I immediately felt re-aligned with my purpose. I was much less interested in partying and dating, and far more interested in practicing my Akashic readings. I felt like myself again; I felt creative; I felt focused; I felt inspired; I felt ready to get back to work.
Marianne Williamson always describes the universe similar to a navigation system. If you steer too far off course, the universe will always recalibrate. I might get a little wild at times. I might drink too much. I might have too many dates; but when the universe calls, I’ll always come home♥
“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.”~ Anais Nin