The Right Track

I'm just one of those people who is always wanting confirmation.  I want to know if I am on the right track.  I'd like to know if I am doing the right thing.  And in that process, in the midst of my search for validation, I am always looking for a sign.  But I bet that doesn't surprise you.  Haha.  That's ok.

Yesterday, as I was fervently posting video after video in post after post, quite sure that I was probably wearing out my welcome to even my greatest fans, I decided to take a walk outside and ask my galactic guides if I was on the right track.

It was a question about my blogging and posting but also about my life in general, what I am hoping for and feeling and trying to navigate in the most honorable possible way.  Am I on the right track?  It means the world to me to know.

The trajectory I am heading in doesn't allow for u-turns.  Once embarked, there really is no turning back.  Once the toothpaste is out there's no putting it back in the tube.  I know this.  So I am patient, and once again I ask my guides, my higher self, future self or whoever it is that is up there flying around in these light ships, who is not coming to save me but who have definitely got my back, AM I ON THE RIGHT TRACK?

It was a little bit early, but plenty dark, maybe around 6 or so, and I stepped out my front door, made my way down my 5 front steps like a freaking old woman, feeling blind as a bat and determined not to fall, safely and gratefully finding the sidewalk, shuffling quickly to my car parked in the circle drive and spinning around gracefully to lean upon my beautiful Angelica (my car) because staring up at the sky without some kind of support kills my neck.  This all made me laugh hysterically.

And you know that joy is one of the quickest ways to summons your galactic guides.  When I was out camping this summer I would sing, cute little songs about 10,000 fireflies, making up my own words as I went along because having the right words wasn't important, but having joy in my heart was.

So when I made my way out to my car last night, had a little chuckle and looked up to see if I was getting any confirmation to my question from my friends in the sky, I saw a huge very bright light moving through the sky.  Yay!

But wait, was that too simple?  Could it be the space station?  Hmm... Or a satellite?  No, not a satellite, it was traveling in the wrong direction.  One way I could be sure it was a ship was if it powered down.

So I looked up at the gliding light, sending love and warmth and gratitude and it floated on and on until it began to fade and fade and seemingly fade away, right before my eyes.  That my friends is called a power down.  That my friends was my confirmation.  That my friends is my assurance that I am on the right track!