Paying Attention

Eleven years ago I had a prophetic dream.

One has to have a great deal of courage to announce that but there it is. Ask me sometime about that very real experience. I didn't place enough faith in what I experienced, but in September when I had another dream (not prophetic but still profound) I knew to listen.

MeeMaw visited me at work and told me she needed to talk to be. So we walked to the elevator and chatted about the future and pleasant things. A group crowded into the elevator and before the doors closed she took my hand and said "It may drop but it isn't going to fall." Half way down the building the elevator started to drop, I was the only one to notice even though we were falling so fast my feet left the floor. MeeMaw held my hand tighter and pulled me back down and the drop slowed and then stopped and we all exited the elevator.

I woke up in September crying, not sadness but pure emotion, a wellspring. I knew I had to quit my job and last week I put in my two weeks. All the logical brained people in the world are probably getting a little uncomfortable at this point. Maybe if I called it faith or fate or some other acceptable word it would seem less impulsive. (I once had a therapist tell me I was impulsive after my intake exam. And? Never considered it a negative to be willing to take an inspired risk)

After making my mind up that I was going to leave, and then changing my mind, and then deciding No, I need to do this, only to have my confidence wane and several more months of back and forth I was offered a job.

Providence or promise. I will start the new year as a writer, a journalist.
All because I was paying attention and learned to listen.