I journal almost every morning to write down my dreams and set intentions for the day. Sometimes, I ask God, my spirit guides, and angels specific questions. This morning, I sat with my notebook and pen, and I asked a big question -- I asked about destiny.
Psychic is kind of a dirty word. The term conjures up images of neon fortune-telling signs, Miss Cleo, and for the self-procalimed skeptic types, maybe James Randi and his Million Dollar Challenge (which doesn't exist anymore, by the way). For these reasons, deciding to call yourself a "psychic" feels sleazy. Why do I call myself a psychic?
Right now is the perfect time to challenge yourself. I don't mean lifting weights, giving up gluten, or doing a juice fast. The challenge I'm talking about is much simpler. I'm challenging you to listen to your intuition a little more closely for a few days. What is your Intuition trying to tell you?