I have heard at two different times in my life, in no uncertain terms, that I am supposed to write. Both times in response to prayers of desperation said aloud to the sky: what am I supposed to be doing?
This is not an anomalous story: a woman losing herself in her intimate relationships.
Solving the misalignments in ourselves requires asking what part of you feels safe with your patterns even when you feel dissatisfied with your life. Like it or not, believe it or not, your patterns of self-sabotage, poor communication, lethargy, compulsive behaviours, etcetera, are the response to a need to feel safe that you are denying.
Sometimes I am grounded enough to see the choice as if it was as simple as choosing a flavor of ice cream — do you want fear or belief today? Both are in stock.
I first had to make the mental shift before I could receive the help, and that was the only way I was able to avoid repeating all of my past ways. When I was finally ready, with humility and acceptance, the universe was waiting. As she always is.