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A New Chapter

Updated: Jul 6

"If you are going down a road and don't like what's in front of you, and look behind you and don't like what you see, get off the road. Create a new path!"

~ Maya Angelou



Picture this: you see a woman standing at a precipice, enveloped in fog. Her clothes are gray, her hair in a messy bun, and she is wearing a long skirt and sweatshirt—everything around her looks cold, gray, and uncertain. There is no visibility past maybe an inch in front of her eyes. To your surprise, she steps into the abyss without a second thought. She does not jump. She peacefully steps out.


Immediately after, you see lush, green mountains bathed by bright sunlight. Everything seems well; all the fog has dissipated, and you can see miles ahead of you. The dread you felt when you first thought the woman was jumping has also dissipated, making space for peaceful enjoyment and maybe a smile.


The scenes I described are what I saw in meditation a couple of weeks ago. As usual, I awakened early in the morning and started my morning practice, which included meditation, affirmations, and gratitude. I am used to interesting visions while meditating, but this morning, I was taken aback by the one thing I could connect to my experience: the woman was wearing my hiking boots.


My Soul Has A "Tell"


I know when significant change will manifest in my life because my soul has what I call "a tell." It is a clear, inner knowing that something is forming even when I cannot see it.


I know that I know.


My dreams, meditations, and internal dialogue align in particular ways. Visions like the one depicted above become the norm. Some will reveal a small piece of the path with every step I take. If I stop, the path ahead remains unknown. Some show me what lies on the other side of a cliff. Sometimes, an instinctual feeling or sensation prompts me in a direction I cannot understand initially, only to reveal what I need most.


A few years ago, I remember responding internally to conflict at work by thinking about jumping off a bridge. I was not suicidal, and the conflict itself, while persistent, was not something new to my experience. My team was committed to resolving our operational problems, and I could not do much more but stay the course. Still, I kept seeing myself jumping off a bridge.


I was about to travel to Beijing with my sister and my daughter, who are daredevils in their own right. We had been planning our adventure for months and discussed engaging in various activities others could deem risky. Therefore, I tried to chalk off the visions as the possibility of bungee jumping in China, which we would all be inclined to do.


My attempts to quiet the voices in my head only made them louder. Then, one morning, while driving down to San Jose and stuck in traffic on the 580, I saw myself jumping off a bridge again. Upon checking in with myself and revisiting my internal dialogue, I got it: my bridge was my job. I had been done with it for a while but had rejected an offer I had received from another company because I loved the team, the clients, and the project so dearly.


Then, without an actual net, I took the final step off the ledge and jumpedI presented my resignation that morning.


The fun thing about nets is that, more often than not, they are invisible to the ones who do not jump. They only appear once you do.


My net would come in the way of a better-paying job, an exciting new project, and the opportunity to create something from the ground up, all before 5:00 PM on the same day I presented my resignation.


I know I make it sound so easy: hear a voice, take a leap, resign the job that you do not want, and get another one on the same day. Ha! It was not.


What I know is that I had done my due diligence. I had listened to offers, honored where I was, and left those doors open in case I needed to knock on them again one day. When I knocked, they opened, but the truth is that I had no guarantee they would. All I had was clarity on what I no longer wanted.


The path ahead opened once I cleared my channels, listened, and took action. And I thanked all the gods, goddesses, fairies, and deities for not having to bungee jump.


Now


I just jumped without a net again. Or so it seems, but no. Like that character in "Cast Away," I mentioned in my last post (clearly dating myself), I research, seek to understand the conditions, and prepare for action.


True to form, my soul had prompted me to embark on a journey of profound transformation that led me to take another leap of faith.


Today, my therapist reminded me that I had put a plan in motion at the beginning of this year and that I had accomplished every single one of my stated goals by the due date I had established: December 14, 2023. That is very specific. And, to be honest, I did not know what December 14th meant, aside from the fact that it was the last day of class in one of my certifications. My goals were my non-negotiables this year, and accomplishing them was an exercise in self-authority and self-authorship.


The Jump


On Saturday, I closed the door to the house that had been my home for almost six years. As I took a final walk through each room, I stopped to offer my profound gratitude for the love, care, protection, and healing the house brought to my life. I think I touched every wall on my way out and recited the mantra that had accompanied me for almost three months, "A family is waiting for this house, and your house is awaiting you."


As I placed one of my dogs and my cat in the U-Haul truck I had parked in front of the house the night before, I remembered that vision I had in meditation a few weeks ago and understood that, as Maya Angelou's quote states, the time had come for me to create a new path.


As my therapist stated, I have accomplished what I set out to do this year. Now is the time to take my notebook, map, and compass out to trace a new route and a plan to reach the next set of goals that have been forming as I navigated the changes in my life over the past few years.


A New Page


I confess that I was not thrilled about parts of the road behind me. Until last year's transformative happenings, I was unsure I liked what was threatening to form in front of me. That is why I decided to get off that road and create a new one supporting my highest vision.


Closing an almost six-year chapter in my life and moving away from my home was a huge decision I did not make lightly. It was, however, the right one.


The pen is in my hand. The notebook is opened on a brand new page - heck, the notebook is brand new and bought with the explicit intention of starting a new journal as I start a new journey. I get to decide what I write, how the story goes, which of my soul's notches I heed, and what I choose to create in this new season of my life. The field of pure potentiality is wide open in front of me.


How About You?


Where do you stand this year? Have you made progress in the direction of your dreams? What is calling you? Can you see where you are going? How much research have you done to ensure that you understand your options?


Are you ready? Get a new pen. Get a new notebook And bring your compass along.


I invite you to book a complimentary call to discuss your journey, dreams, goals, and the possibility of working together. By this time next year, we could be celebrating your progress toward living the most purposeful version of your life.


Until we meet again here or on a call, be blessed and safe, dear sojourner.


I am the one with the cool boots. She needs a pedicure.




Neidy Lozada, MATP, ATCC, CSIC, is an adaptive integrative and spiritual integration coach. She brings over twenty years of experience in transpersonal practices, coaching, and business to her work with individuals from all over the globe. She founded Soulful Sojourners following her long-held dream of building a company to provide top-notch coaching services to women, men, and organizations undergoing a profound transformational process. Neidy continues to serve non-profit organizations in the Bay Area through her work as a board member. She is a proud mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, and devoted caretaker of furry companions.



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