We've all been there, that point where we question whether we should go back and reverse a decision we've already made.  Have we learned from our mistakes? Can we trust our judgment? You break off from a relationship and feel torn about calling your former partner to rekindle what you used to have.  You change jobs to embrace a new challenge only to question whether you might be better off going back to what you knew.  You attend a group meeting as a step to begin a new phase of your life and wonder if you should quit while you're ahead.  After all, taking steps to learn new things about yourself can be scary.

In my life, I've embraced many changes.  I've grown to reach out to connect with something beyond me. Perhaps I wish to reassure myself that I'm picking up on what I should learn when I need it. I find I gain more faith in synchonicity which tells me I'm moving in the right direction. 

A few years ago, when I was living in Canada, I remember vividly asking aloud if Australia was meant for my future.  I did this more than once.  I was thinking about it.  I wrote about it.  Circumstances and opportunities were developing rapidly to encourage me to move there. I thought about what I had learned living in other countries and felt it may have been preparing me for a bigger move.

Next thing I knew, when I was attending the wedding of family friends, in a crowd of 200 people, I moved toward a woman who happened to be chatting about the Australian hospitality industry.  I listened to her conversation and interjected just before her husband arrived to take her to the reception. I had never met this couple before.  Lo and behold, it was pre-arranged I would be seated beside them at the sit-down dinner.  Turned out they were from South Africa but married in Melbourne and had their son in Melbourne. Our conversation left a lasting impact.

A few days later, I was watching a t.v. program and three references were made to Australia.  The protagonist's husband had a mole in the shape of the continent of Australia which was suspected  to be cancerous.  Then, a cover article of a newsstand magazine was focused on Australia's beaches.  Finally, the protagonist stopped in her car at a traffic light next to a truck which had the words "come to Australia" painted on the side.  Could it have been more obvious?

Now, I would recount these events to close friends and they would disregard them as being mere coincidences. However, I felt the events were far more meaningful.  I felt they were signs that I was headed in a life direction which would help raise my self-awareness even more.

Less than two months later, I spoke with old friends of my parents.  They spontaneously began to recount the past Australian experiences of one of their daughters and how she had benefitted.  They said if I ever planned to go, that they could offer me the names of a few contacts.  Another friend of the family also mentioned a professional he wanted me to contact for research.  These suggestions appeared to me as frequent reminders that Higher Forces supported my desire to embark on a new adventure. Lucky for me, I was open to new kinds of learning.

Some people might infer that this string of related experiences wasn't meant to teach me anything.  I prefer to think that focusing my attention on possibility enabled me to better recognize these signs for what they were, unmistakable evidence that I was on the right track.