I’ve been besieged with allergies this spring. It’s hard to do anything meaningful when you feel attacked by miniature beasts determined to have their way.  Last year, I had a reprieve because we had tons of rain. This year is making up for that, with everything coming into magnified full bloom. I have never seen our cottonwood so robust; volunteer flowers are growing everywhere.

Even without allergies, other situations can make breathing hard. Last week, I began writing about my experience with premonitions as a little girl, then taking a break from those experiences to today, when my intuition has taken center stage. I’m not a psychic or medium. I’m just a regular gal who has gone from struggling to breathe through challenges to that moment when I decided to claim my God-given power to be who I want to be despite setbacks. Maybe to spite those setbacks. The moment I decided to listen to my soul’s nudging.

As we awaken and feel our soul’s nudging, whispering that challenges are worth going through, I see many struggles on social media. People are forthcoming with their stories. This journey to find life’s meaning, our soul’s reason for being here, is difficult. It’s not meant to be. I belatedly understood that I let stubbornness get in the way of my greatness.

There are many ideas on how we should progress. If what you hear or read doesn’t resonate, take what you need and leave the rest. The same goes for people in your life. If someone doesn’t resonate, take the lesson and move on. In both instances, what you experienced may have greater meaning later on.

All over the world, people are quitting all kinds of relationships, going on grand adventures, or spending time in seclusion. Many are facing trauma that is forcing them to do what they refuse to without a big shove.

I see you. Some days seem harder than others. We look back and see a train wreck of decisions we think were wrong. They weren’t wrong. They were what they were. We learn from our choices. It’s time to forgive ourselves and others, whether they are dead or alive. This is a time to reclaim and reimagine.

“I’d bet dollars to doughnuts; someone needs someone exactly like you, and they’re preparing to welcome you into their life. I suspect someone missed you and listens for your footsteps on the stairs. Someone remembers the corner of your smile and laughs out loud when they think of that time y’all two were at the whatchamacallit. Someone knows you exist and cares that you’re happy, and all those someones connect you to the great everyone.” (Kristin Chenoweth)

For further inspiration, Kristin Chenoweth, with five friends, wrote My Moment: 106 Women on Fighting for Themselves, a collection of essays and photographs to inspire and give hope, “maybe even save a life.” Appropriate for high school age and up, it makes a great graduation or anytime gift.

When was the moment when you realized you were ready for yourself? Maybe it’s this moment.