Listen to Your Gut

I would love to go to massage school. It's kind of a new dream of mine that was reassured after a visit to the massage school here in town a couple of weeks ago. Since the price tag is over $18,000 for a 14 month program (and since I've yet to speak with a financial aid lady yet), I felt like I should get a second job on top of the 3 days per week nanny job I've got. So I put my info on care.com. Late last week I received an email from a mother who was looking for a person to do random housekeeping jobs, 3-4 hours a day, 4 days a week. It seemed like it would be a great job, and upon talking to her on the phone, I felt like it would be fun too. They even lived only a block away. However, I felt uneasy and nervous after I hung up and the feeling lingered for a few more days. I was especially nervous about my meeting with her in a couple of days. I did not know why. Everything was logical in my mind. I was just trying to earn more money so that we didn't have to dig into savings for massage school. I was trying to be productive and helpful.

In my prayers the past two days, I pleaded with the Lord to help me know what to do. I realized that I was nervous, but that if this was a good job for me, the nervous feeling would be replaced with peace and excitement. It didn't change. When I was thinking about starting the current nanny job I have back in January, I was excited. There was a clear difference between last time and this time. I couldn't live with the uneasy, nervous feeling any longer. I couldn't push it aside and dismiss it.

Finally after I realized I had received my answer, I dialed the lady and told her I wouldn't be able to come meet with her or take the job. She was sorely disappointed and tried a couple of times to reason with me to still do it. However, I was firm with my decision and she respected my honesty and communication.

I felt so much better after that phone call! I know I made the right decision. You've always got to listen to what you're feeling. Never go against your intuition, especially if you've prayed about it! The decision may not seem to make sense, but at least you'll have peace and clear mind, and that's the greatest feeling of all.

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