After a particularly shitty day at my really good but unwanted job, I once again took to the Interwebs to look for something else I could do.

But it couldn’t be just anything.  It couldn’t be just another job.  I need to do something I love.  I need what I do to not feel like work.  I want meaning and purpose and fulfillment.  Who doesn’t, right?  But if I’m starting over, I might as well create what I want from scratch.

Tonight, I found it.  After more than 10 years of ‘what the fuck am I doing?’, I found it.

Reiki.

I want to be a Reiki practitioner.

I’ve looked at Reiki before.  I’ve been interested, curious, intrigued… and tonight I am inspired.  Something shifted.  I felt pulled to it.  It was my ‘A-HA’ moment.

I decided right away what my next few steps would be.  I would need to get Reiki myself so I could experience what it was like to be a client and see what it might look like to be a practitioner.  I would get Reiki from different practitioners for both diversity of experience and to evaluate potential teachers.  I browsed for practitioners in Portland and found one that I wanted to see first.

And then I went to sleep with a feeling of peace that I haven’t had in a very long time.