Recently, I had to quit a job, and move back home as my parents needed my youth and strength around them to give them energy and vitality. It was an easy decision to make. I didn’t dilly-dally about it. I had the revelation during the lunar eclipse in July 2018. Lots of old ideas faded, or were ripped out of me. I had to decide what was truly important to me. My parents needed me. I had to go back home. There was nothing else for me to think about.
I came back home, and it felt right. Everyone asked me if I was feeling resentful that I had to leave a great job that I had been dreaming about, a house and life by the ocean, and a stress-free existence, to move to a different kind of existence. And this is what I told everyone.
I have made thousands of plans in my life. And I mean, thousands. I am a planner by heart. I plan everything, from grocery shopping, to window shopping, to my daily schedule, to taking a shower. Everything has a list associated with it, even if it might not be colour-coded.
I make plans. But, and this is a learning I have had over the past few years, the universe has an entirely different plan for me every single time. If I was the foolish kind (and I was that in the past), I would fight the universe’s plan for me, because goddamnit, I have a plan of my own, and I am going to follow my plan over the universe’s plan come hell or high water.