2/2 - Would my life bring me back to my essentials

Below the French publication in English (or French)

Sometimes, my life calls my attention, summons me to relive the same situation (or almost) in order to deliver a message. As time goes by, I recognize these momentary flashes are morebeacons on my path than coincidences.

I don't believe in coincidences, and I'm not superstitious. So, when this happens, I remain attentive to fully receive the message, because I know that what is about to be offered to me will be essential to my development. I prepare myself to face each encounter willingly in order to emerge stronger.

So, on that first of February night on the plane taking me back from the United States to land in Paris the next day, I intimately perceived the occurrence of one of these precious moments, and images flashed through my mind. I had already experienced this (or almost).

In 2013, I also began the year in the United States, and my stay, punctuated by unexpected events, forced me to postpone my departure until February 1st, landing in Paris on the 2nd. Unfortunately, this date change became a cataclysm that upended my life for the next nine years. During that time, I learned a lot and ultimately got out of hell.

Then, my memory took me to another first night of February. In 2011, following surgery, complications caused severe phlebitis and a pulmonary embolism that could have been fatal on February 2nd; but from which I survived without aftereffects.

Clearly, this time again, my life wanted to speak to me, demanding my attentive listening while I lay awake all night long on my flight, a first for me. I'm used to sleeping better on planes than in my bedroom.

On this Candlemas Day, when some celebrate the light, was my life meant to illuminate my path to a new stage of accomplishment? What would this particular moment hold for me? What new perspectives would open up to me on this February 2, 2025?

As in 2013, this recent trip to the United States had been surprisingly full of joy, satisfaction, and pleasure, although nothing (or almost) had turned out as I could have envisioned. I perceived the end of a cycle after a year that could have crushed me, but which had ultimately strengthened my resilience, courage, and fighting spirit.

I felt that my personal and professional ambitions were now clearly defined, that from now on, their realization would depend solely on my stance, my commitment to double my tenacity, courage, and perseverance. Even if nothing was yet visible, and the path wasn't clearly defined, nothing would stand in the way of revealing my true identity!

I was alive, joyful, creative, unstoppable, unstoppable, peaceful, grateful, and eager to consciously experience this process of transformation without changing my roots, desires, goals, love, or friendships. Everything remained in place without giving up, sacrificing, or destroying anything. I was simply free to be!

Do you recognize yourself in my story? Let's share our stories. Sharing always strengthens individual willpower.