A few years ago, I traded prayer for meditation. It was what I needed at the time, and I felt good not asking for stuff all the time. (Of course, prayer isn't just asking for things, it's much more than that. And telling the Universe/God/the web of energy around us what it was that I needed became an incredibly powerful experience.)
I created a prayer, a mantra, an intention in early May 2019. "Dear God, I just wanted to let you know that I'm ready. Whatever path I'm supposed to take right now, I'm here for it. I'm not afraid. Give it to me."
It's important to know that I've been to Warsaw several times. As a kid, I was uncomfortable in Poland (we'll get to that later), but I had discovered the awesome aspects of it as an adult in the fall of 2016.
I had also met someone on that trip - someone who I connected with instantly. I was theoretically unavailable at the time (it's complicated), but boy did we have chemistry. So we became and remained as friends when I went back to Chicago.
This boy... We would Skype for hours at a time, every day. And yet, still friends. The other romantic situation ended - still friends. I started a new job in Florida - still friends. Our communication became less and less frequent, but it remained. After having known each other for just 5 days, we stayed in contact for the 2.5 years apart. Those 2.5 years were both the best and the most challenging years of my life (again, that's a story for another time). So, when we planned to meet again in person, I wasn't sure that our connection would be as strong.
We wanted to plan the details, so we Skyped for the first time in over 2 years. Suddenly, I was myself from two years earlier, before all the really intense stuff came down. We just stared at each other, smiling. I felt soupy - warm and cozy and delicious.
It could've meant nothing. It could've meant everything.
I packed my backpack and headed to Warsaw.