In 16 days, 3 hours and 17 minutes, I'm going to Greece.
And hell yes, I'm counting the minutes. But before I go, there's a lot of planning to do and last week, in the middle of that planning, I got a giant, painful reminder from the Universe to slow down and listen. I originally booked a direct flight from New York to Athens thinking I might spend a few days visiting family in the tri-state area before journeying on Greece. The plan was to arrive on the east coast at the beginning of Memorial Day weekend, a rare long weekend in the US that marks the unofficial start of summer, and I started to feel very anxious about renting a car and battling holiday traffic to see family in New Jersey, New York, and Connecticut. But a mix of desire to spend time with family and a bit of guilt overrode those instincts. So, on Tuesday night, I decided I would reach out to them in the morning and start making plans to visit.
In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom and my leg gave out underneath me. I crashed down on the floor and smashed my foot. I immediately thought, "Seriously, Universe?! I need to be able to walk in Greece!" Then came nausea. I dragged myself to the bathroom and lay on the cool tile talking my cells through the pain, saying, "We survived Lyme disease. We can survive anything."
The next morning, my foot was giant, swollen, and purple. So, I flexed my woo woo-ness and reached out to my community of healers and asked to receive healing and any messages they might get as to why this had happened. These are the messages I received from my psychic friends:
"Rethink the trip"
"I see an airport clock showing 9:00 am and I hear "don't rush.'"
Then I spoke with my friend, Amanda Brown, a wonderful psychic healer. The first thing she asked was, "Why are you hesitating about your upcoming trip to Greece?"
I said, "I'm not hesitant about the Greece part, I'm hesitant about visiting family before and about going to visit a friend in Sweden after."
She said, "Take a moment to imagine the Greece trip without the before or after trips."
My whole body relaxed. Message received. Multiple times!
Then she said, "I'm also hearing SLOW DOWN."
"Tell the angels I got the message to slow down. Also ask them not to be so violent next time," I replied.
She laughed and said, "You weren't listening!"
She was right. I wasn't listening, but I'm listening now.
The message to slow down is not new. I've been getting that message for the last few years. When I rush, I make mistakes, I get anxious, and I feel terrible. Now I think about the idea of landing in New Jersey right before a holiday weekend, renting a car (which would cost a zillion dollars) and then spending four days battling traffic and rushing around to visit people right before I travel to a foreign country where I don't speak the language by myself, and it seems insane. So, I've decided to visit my family when I return from Greece.
Whenever that may be.