Trust

In early January 2024, I sat in a team meeting where the only topic was the company’s new policy: now that the coronavirus pandemic was officially over, we would all have to return to the office three days a week starting in the spring.

Everyone was concerned about how they would manage. How was I supposed to bike to the office that often when my knees were already struggling with rheumatoid arthritis? How would colleagues cope who lived much farther away—or had even moved farther away during the pandemic? The discussion went on, filled with worry.

In the middle of this, my inner voice of guidance spoke:
Trust. It will all be okay. You will be provided for. Have we ever left you wanting or in lack?

Shortly after, my guides sent me the number 2. I saw it printed on a bag. Then, when I checked my WordPress statistics, the numbers 2 2 2 appeared. For me, 2 always means have faith. Seeing it repeated was like confirmation that the channeling I heard was true.

I was deeply grateful for these signs, because so often I doubt myself and think I am just making things up.

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This post is part of a blog series about my transition into early retirement. You can find the table of contents, with links to each chapter, here.

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