But things change. People change. As they say, the only thing consistent in life is change. Sometimes we make changes. Sometimes change just happens to us. Sometimes we're happy for a change. Sometimes we dread it.
Sometimes we try to predict it.
Last Friday, I called my psychic. Yes, my psychic. Her name is Carol, and she lives out East. She converses with those who know us who have crossed over. Angels, she calls them.
Friday was the third time in my life I've called Carol. The first was a few years ago when I was dating my terrible ex. She predicted our break up. Knew his faults. Knew mine. The second time I called was when my ex and I had finally broken up and I was trying to move on. I thought at this point in my life I would be sad forever. I thought it was impossible to move on. Carol predicted my becoming close with the two people who would get me through it and a book that would change my life. This last time Carol predicted things I didn't really want to hear. Changes that scared me a little. Because, well, they are big changes.
Who knows if what Carol said this time will happen in my life. The great thing about life is it's not up to Carol. Or angels. I have a say. It's not just based on fate. And maybe I will make the wrong choices. Maybe I will take the long route or the hard way to get to where I am supposed to be. But thinking I am meant to be somewhere is as comforting as having a choice in the matter.
I had a conversation with my mom recently about all the pressure I feel to make the right choices--with my career, where I live, with who I love. How the decisions I make now are going to impact a huge part of my life. She was quick to reassure me that they will have a big impact. They will not go without consequence. But we've got to make choices anyway. We can't stand there paralyzed by fear.
But, as my mom was even quicker to remind me, if we are one of the lucky ones, no matter which path we take, wrong or right, short or long, we don't have to go through our journey alone.