A soul whisper

This morning I heard a soul whisper. You know the ones - a grain of truth that reverberates you to the core with its simplicity.

For the last decade (which, let's face it, is a long time), I've worked my butt off to become a self-employed therapist. I had visions of listening deeply, to the sound of soft background music, being paid to work from home.

Recently however, I concluded that this path is not working for me. I had the realization that I'd rather write about psychology and spirituality than directly practice it.

Today my soul whisper asked this:

"What if ... you had success with writing. Would you still want to be a therapist?"
The quick and resolute answer was: "Writing is my first love."

I see my path more clearly now.