Today I returned to a place where I definitely received a message of guidance a couple years ago.
I know now that it wasn’t the first time I was given a message, but it does represent one of the first messages I heard very clearly, and that I followed.
That’s what got me jogging and walking up the auto road to the summit of Mt. Kearsarge today, just like I did Christmas Day of 2015.
It was sunny and unseasonably warm, in the mid-70s. I was alone for the holiday, and I had the impulse to enjoy the day by driving an hour and exploring this mountain road for the first time.
As I walked up, I passed a few couples and families heading back down the lower part of the mountain. But, I was alone the rest of the way up and back down.
As I made my way up the mountain, I got the call—to post my morning writing every day for a year. You see, I had been writing Morning Pages as a practice for about a year, but it definitely wasn’t a daily practice, and it had never been for public consumption.
But, for the rest of the hike, doubt was suspended, and my excitement for the idea grew.
Starting the next day, though, I started arguing and pushing back against the call. I couldn’t commit to a whole year of writing and posting every day! I would be setting myself up to fail. I couldn’t dare to be that vulnerable and authentic. Who cared what I thought or had to say?
They would have none of it. My Guides didn’t argue. They simply observed me spin my doubts and fearful thoughts.
Then they insisted I do it anyway.
My fears kept me from writing or posting on January first. They were okay with that, too.
Then, with Their help, I did write and post the next 365 days. I accomplished something of which I did not think I was capable. I learned self-discipline and commitment. My writing got stronger.
And, I had proof that my Guides were out there, and they were leading me toward my Purpose.
When I answer the call.
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