Following my intuition

So much has changed in the past year alone, that a little while ago I began to wonder if I was on the right track. 

I hardly recognise the woman I was three years ago, two years ago, or even six months ago. My goals have changed and my interests have evolved. 

Then I realised one evening as I made my way home, that achieving these goals, following my intuition is right. I saw myself as a homing pigeon, making my way Home *.

I think deep down I thought all these new ideas, new ways of working and new ways of seeing the world were taking me away from where I was, but actually then I realised that achieving my goals is moving me forward, that rather than taking me away from home, I am growing.

It reminds me of driving back to my home town of Swakopmund after a holiday away. You'd be driving through the desert, and about 10km outside of Swakopmund you'd hit the fog that spreads inland, and you'd realise you were nearly there. Then you'd see the lighthouse and the buildings and you'd be that little bit closer. 

Not long to go now, nearly Home. 

What if everything we are drawn to doing is actually bringing us closer to Home? Getting over the top of that hill and seeing your destination. It's the equivalent of coming Home. That's where you belong, that's where you fit in and it's that inner voice carrying you home. 

Perhaps we're homing pigeons. Perhaps we don't start out where we're meant to stay. 

Maybe we're placed somewhere and it's up to us to find our way back Home again. And maybe that's why it's starting to make sense. 

Maybe it's where I'm meant to be.

Lynn
Dyspraxic Pioneer 

* "As you live this way, moment by moment, day by day, in perfect time, you will find yourself moving closer and closer to Home. The paradox is that when you stay close to Home, you can go anywhere and do anything without fear." from "Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway" (Susan Jeffers, 1987, Ebury Publishing)