Divine Guidance

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I have always been a big believer in “meaningful coincidences,” spotting doppelgängers and looking for synchronicity everywhere I go.  I adore numbers and patterns, particularly even ones (I was born 12/22/84 and grew up on Michigan highway M22), so connections feel very spiritual to me.  In the past, I knew this was all some sort of divine guidance, but recently I have been taking the signs much more seriously.

In fact, I take them very seriously.

I’ll finally tell the story of how I decided to come to Boston.  As my half-year mark approaches, I reflect on all of the events that got me here; sometimes I wonder, “what took me so long?”  I have to stop, take a breath and remember that every event, both good or bad, brought me to this point I am at today.  Each and every lesson has made me stronger and given me tools to handle life on life’s terms.

After my grandmother passed away in 2013 I decided it was finally time to move to New York City.  Living in New York was my life-long dream, so after being blessed with the opportunity to spend the last two years at home in Michigan, living next door to her and bringing in her newspaper every day, I left for the Big Apple the summer of 2014.  After living in NYC for over two years, I hit a wall and decided to leave.  I was let go from my consulting project, had to find a new place to live, was in a toxic on-again-off-again non-relationship, and my drinking was out of control.

I had pushed my old dreams so hard- putting my will first, and the universe second- picking up terrible habits and looking for peace in all the wrong places.  I never felt content, settled or stable.  I couldn’t find solace anywhere- not even Central Park or along the Hudson River.  Come fall of 2016, I felt like an absolute failure.  Why was I constantly starting over and running from myself?  Last October I had no idea where to go or what to do;  I no longer had any answers or solutions- so I surrendered.

With a clean slate and a willingness to learn, I reached out to others and finally accepted help.  As the next stage of my journey began for me in October of 2016, I made a friend from the Boston area.  He told me how his grandma lived next door to him, and how he was a mailman.  I laughed and told him how my grandparents also lived next door to me growing up and that my grandpa was a mailman (his route was our street, M22) as well.  I told him my grandpa’s name- and surprise, surprise- his dad had the same name as my grandpa.  Now, coincidences like this happen all of the time; but how many Jeromes do you meet?  Or mailmen.  It wasn’t like meeting a John from Boston who is a Financial Advisor… that would be too easy.

As I questioned where to take my life and what city to settle in after my many stints at other places, I remembered all of the signs pointing to Boston over the past several years.  My first very close friend in NYC had gone to Harvard and was a huge Red Sox fan.  Boston movies would be on TV.  I would constantly meet various people from Boston.  Someone would be wearing a Celtics t-shirt.  I also remember visiting the winter of 2015, after the record snow, thinking, “I could live here” and “wow, the subway tracks are SO clean.”

So, Boston it was.  My mom helped me get a one-way ticket and took me to the airport on the morning of December 1st.  I haven’t talked to that mailman who helped me get here since December, either- but that’s okay.  People come and go in your life for a reason, right when they need to.  I am a big believer that my grandparents helped place certain people in my life at certain times to send me signs for the next direction to take.  I feel comforted and safe knowing I have angels and divine guidance to show me the way when I feel lost.

When I close my eyes and meditate, the visions I consistently see are bodies of water, sailboats, books and blank pages.  Boston is the perfect place to be inspired.  I know there  are many amazing opportunities here for me and a life that I couldn’t even create in my own mind; I have faith that it will be even better.  

I know am getting closer to discovering my true purpose and calling every single day…  in the meantime, I will enjoy the journey and watch it divinely unfold.

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2 Replies to “Divine Guidance”

  1. I really enjoy reading your blog Kristin. My daughter Landree encouraged me to read a couple and I was hooked! Somehow your words always have a way of reflecting my current mood! Thanks for allowing to think about my own journey as I read the insightfulness of your’s!

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