The choice to be a medium is not a choice that many mediums make with a faint heart.
I didn’t grow up planning to be a medium and most mediums I know didn't either.
In order to get where I am today, I started with a normal life.
Before I dove head on into mediumship, I was living in Nebraska with a cozy job working as an Environmental Educator.
I had a house. I had a long-term boyfriend who I planned to marry. I went to yoga and I cooked all of our meals from organic, fresh and local foods.
Everything was perfect on the outside, because that’s the way I had built it.
I had built a life of normal to mask everything that I thought was wrong with me, on the inside.
Then one day, I woke up in the middle of the night and realized I wasn’t who I thought I was.
I started making plans to leave my life of normalcy behind.
In five short months from the night I woke up, I was gone.
I left my furniture.
I left all of my belongings.
I left my job.
And I left my long-term boyfriend.
I took my dog, my bike and whatever I needed to survive for the summer in the back of my Volkswagen golf to San Diego.
I expected to go to San Diego for only the summer simply to figure things out.
I didn’t expect to be gone an entire lifetime though that’s ultimately what happened.
It was during that summer, that everything unraveled.
I made a new friend who became my best friend.
And together, we figured out what the best next steps for me.
Then, I went to graduate school.
I lived in Alabama.
When I left Nebraska, I left the place that I was living, all of my physical belongings and my partner.
But I kept my career.
In Alabama, I went on for two more years to study plants.
In these two years, I was all alone.
And while all alone, I finally had to confront the part about myself that I had originally built my life to mask.
I made another friend.
And at the time, I declared him as a little crazy.
We met at a workshop at a local yoga center.
I told him about my spiritual abilities - the abilities I had previously hidden from everyone.
He thought my gifts were cool and normal - and he wanted to know more.
In fact, nothing that I told him surprised him.
He thought that what I perceived as my flaws (my clairvoyant abilities), were pretty darn interesting.
And it was through my relationship with him, that it finally dawned on me that perhaps being a medium wasn’t as repulsive or socially unacceptable as I’d thought it to be.
I was relieved.
Then, my showed up at my apartment, declaring that he’d sold his home and used all the money in his savings to buy a van. He would live out of this van for an undetermined amount of time.
After that day, my new friend vanished completely from my life.
And it was not more than 6 months after that, that I followed his lead.
I walked away from a few pieces of my ‘normal life’ in Nebraska - my belongings, my friends, my partner, my house were all shed as part of my self-acceptance process.
Then in Alabama, I walked away from the last piece of me that I identified with - I walked away from my career.
And just like I had done before, I took my dog, my bike and what I needed to survive for the summer in the back of my Volkswagen golf and I drove back to California.
It took me over 5 years, and two phases of acceptance, to finally step into my abilities as a medium.
I had to walk away at least twice before I walked into what I was really meant to be doing.
Accepting your abilities is something we all need to do as mediums.
And for many, the road is a bumpy one and it takes a long time.
But don't worry - friends show up as teachers, and will be there to help you along the way.
You will not walk the journey completely alone.