I hate it when the Universe flashes red lights that I am going in the wrong direction on how I’m handling an extremely difficult problem when I am dead set on going in that direction.
I hate it until I love it.
Sometimes your soul will whisper,
When you can’t hear the whisper it will shout.
When you blatantly ignore the shout it will cause a storm that sweeps you off of your feet, spins you around and by the time your feet hit the ground you are facing in the right direction.
Most times not even understanding what happened.
Until you’ve experienced it a few times and understand the magnitude of its wisdom.
I now trust every storm to be a redirection of my soul.