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Silence is Where the Magic Happens
It’s the pauses between the notes that create my life’s melody
These last few months I’ve felt directionless. I abandoned my search for a partner. My writing feels stalled. I’m contemplating taking it in a new direction but I haven’t determined how or what yet. Work has become a hamster wheel grind.
I want to move forward but instead, I’m swimming through molasses. My life feels like someone has pressed a giant pause button. This feeling of stuckness made my stress skyrocket last month.
I yearned for some form of guidance. At times like these, I sometimes turn to unconventional sources for wisdom so I called up a psychic I know and scheduled a tarot card reading to see if she could offer any insights. Her message?
You’re not stuck, Honey. You’re in a holding pattern. Things will happen. It’s just not time yet.
What a great way to reframe feeling stuck.
As her words sunk in, a light bulb flicked on. I’ve been here before. Seven years ago, my life was paused when I sat in an uncertain space between being married and not married. I’d left my husband and my house and moved into a small, one-bedroom apartment with used and borrowed furniture. My situation resembled a new college grad except I was 51, probably 20 years…
