What's next?.....stick with it!

Yeah. ……Stick with it!!! “ You've got an easy saying,” was my thought as she pulled the door behind her to travel back home. I stood and in a flash, I wondered how in the world shell I fit writing into my life?

No matter what proportion of my day was at stake, I attempted to twist and switch my daily schedule. I didn't know when or how I could make it possible. I had no time. I totally refused to rise before 3.30 am or stay awake any more than midnight.

So, I had no solution. In my anger, I said to the universe: Well, if you would like me to write, then arrange time and space where I can do it, and that I promise I will start. That felt good. I believed that because I couldn’t arrange that space and time on my own. The universe would be insightful and agree that there's no space left to do what they are asking for.

I was sure archangel Gabriele might stop stimulating me to write. To my astonishment, they had managed to find the time and space and even made me conscious of it. It was really amazing: the house was quiet, providing an ideal moment - perfect time. I loved that I had free time for something I had long wanted to do.

Did I feel bad about my decision and action? NO! I enjoyed the instant I could do something I actually was looking forward to and had time to do it finally. And I thought: in the future, I shall always for extra space to fit more work in overtime. I could then do the things I would like to do.

Angels love you regardless of what you are doing or say. They keep it up, reminding you about the deal you committed to if you had the time and space. The universe had already set the deadline before I even started …. To the end of the year ….

Suddenly, I had the words: a sentence is a book until the end of the year. OK! OK, I said. Arrange the time and space, and I promise this time that will I truly start! So, it be.

Again, the universe set the right time and made me conscious of my promise. I agreed and filled the spot they had arranged on my behalf to return until the end of the year.

I used to sit facing my old PC in a room I have not used very often, thinking about what I am getting to write ? I don't know what to write down. Nothing is interesting about me to write about, and who cares, or so I thought ?

Energetically, I already wrote. I was the one to make the book visible. We believe it's about writing or being a successful bestselling author. No, I used to be distant, considering giving anything an idea to take me in this direction.

Me a writer, an author? What part of my life have they missed? Or did I miss something?

To be continued …..

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