Gut Feelings. Instinctual Reactions.

As I think about some of the choices I've made, I'm okay with them. Even those, that afterwards felt like I had made a mistake. Simply because I have a natural tendency to keep it moving regardless. I don't wallow in sorrow or throw pity-parties.

If the aftermath of a choice that I've made breeds unpleasant results, I just deal with it. Considering the aftermath for too long before making a decision only influences me to straddle the fence. I'm about taking chances while understanding the risks involved.

It's usually my intuition that tells me whether or not to take a risk. If it goes well, awesome. If not, why? I may not expose every answer accurately, but I'll learn from what I find.

Towards the end of last year, I made the decision to move my family from the single occupancy apartment building that we had lived in for nearly 5-years. My children were unhappy living there and so was I. My original plan was to stay put until I graduated. Graduation time was around the corner, but there was an internal tug on my spirit.

The thought of moving before my final semester tickled my soul. I began apartment searching when I had no money saved to move. I just knew that if had gotten approved to move somewhere, that everything would be okay. I was right!

Where my family resides now is where we're meant to be for the time being. I had driven by the place several times and wondered about it. Initially, I felt discouraged about applying for it because it's in residential neighborhood and it just seemed like I wouldn't qualify as a potential candidate.

After being rejected for a 1-bedroom apartment, I really felt discouraged. I almost convinced myself that I needed to follow my original plan and just wait. When I thought that I had accepted this fate, I passed by where we live now and something told me to inquire about it. The next day I parked, jotted down the number off of the for rent sign, then called.

I took my children with me to view the place 2-days later and once we saw the large living room and kitchen, we fell in love. We started pointing where we'd put this and that, whose room would be whose as we peaked out of windows imagining the place as ours. I prayed and claimed victory over all while in one of the bedrooms.

We moved in February of this year and I can't imagine where we'd be now, had I ignored my gut feeling. The transition hasn't been as smooth as I'd like, but it's working out gradually. The most difficult task was accomplished when I received my keys after signing the lease.

The Task? Trusting my instinct. Believing that it could happen. Exercising the necessary manpower.

GOD IS REAL!!!