Notes From the Universe

Monday, May 15, 2017

For Grace

Last June, I signed up for a daily e-mail service called “Notes from the Universe.” Each morning, I wake up to an e-mail from the ‘Universe’ with personalized, inspiring messages. They’re my morning reminders that we’re a part of something grand and that thoughts become things. Manifestation is real.

At first, I thought the Notes were a little too jovial to take seriously. But over time, I’d wake up excited to read what the ‘Universe’ has to say. The morning after I bought my one-way ticket to Bali, I woke up to this message:

Let’s just say, Andrea, you’re driving down the road listening to some hip-hop, happy kind of music. Then, after a while, you decide you want to hear something else, maybe some classic rock. Would you just hope that the hip-hop station starts playing rock? Would you visualize it, and say, “YES! I believe in the magic! I know thoughts become things! I can ‘see’ the Boss now, I can ‘hear’ the E Street Band. Thank you, Universe, in advance, I am so grateful!”?

Or, after thinking about what you wanted, would you physically change the station?

Good. Just checking.

Rock on,
    The Universe

p.s. The spark for change is change, Andrea.

This has been one of my favorite Notes I’ve received, and the timing was quite fortuitous. Sometimes I get stuck in this idea that if I simply believe in the magic, things will just automatically happen. Magic takes some effort. The night prior to this message, I had just purchased my ticket and made the shift in my path. It was when I finally braved up and made the physical effort of “changing the station.”

Today marks my two-year anniversary of when I had made another big shift. It was essentially the “spark” the Universe talked about in my Note above.

I’ll never, ever forget that night. Up until then, I didn’t understand people who could do things by themselves. I was always so nervous if I didn’t have someone by my side during every event, dinner, trip, etc. I frequently would have conversations with friends about how I don’t get people who go to movies alone – why would anyone want to go alone in the first place??

But deep down, I was secretly jealous of solo-adventurers. I didn’t have the confidence to even go to LUNCH alone. I was envious; I decided to give it a whirl.

So I dared myself to go see a movie by myself. I had a ticket to the Seattle International Film Festival screening of “For Grace” – a wonderful documentary about a chef in Chicago opening up a restaurant named after his daughter. I wanted to see what it was like to be one of those confident people who were comfortable going places without a “safety net” like I needed.

I remember feeling really nervous as I stood in line. “Be cool, Mo. This is totally normal. So what you’re spending a Friday night alone. Who cares that everyone else here has a companion! You’re fine, Mo.” I tried to give myself a pep talk while waiting to enter the theater. I got over myself and picked a seat to the side and all the way in the back. I had my book with me since I didn’t have a friend by my side for once in my life.

A woman came over and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I was embarrassed to say it wasn’t. Turns out, she was a solo film-goer as well. What a relief. I’ll never forget, she looked over at me reading and said, “Wow, reading before a film festival screening…you’re so civilized.”

I smile thinking about that even to this day. I had shouted in my head, “OH MY GOSH SHE THINKS I’M CIVILIZED!”

Alright, this wasn’t going to be so bad. I was extremely proud of myself. I walked out of that film screening with my chin up and with a new perspective on doing things solo. It was easier than I expected. I wondered what should I do next.

Going to see this film alone was the spark. It turned into a snowball effect and I quickly became hooked to going on adventures with me, myself, and I. Hikes, dinners, and even vacations. Going solo is now my preferred method of really doing anything. Group settings and especially one-on-ones I love, but sometimes I just get the itch to be alone. There’s something to be said about doing whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want. Freedom.

I was proud of myself on that day exactly two years ago, but I’m even more proud of myself now. Two years ago, I couldn’t go to lunch alone, and now? I’m traveling to the other side of the world alone.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: anything is possible.

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