A few days before I journeyed back to NC, I dreamed my father and I were at a crowded mall. We’d planned to eat at one of the restaurants. I told him to have a seat in one of the open areas of the mall while I sped walked to the restaurant to put my name in for a reservation.
When I reached the host’s station, I asked for a table for two. The host looked on his seating chart and told me number 933 would be the next available table. I thanked him and sped walked back to where Dad sat, so we could leisurely walk back to the restaurant.
When I awoke, I realized how weird the host telling me the table number was. That doesn’t happen in real life. Nonetheless, I shared 933 with Dad because he loves playing the pick three.
I looked up the significance of 933. Apparently, that number was sent to me by my guardian angels. They wanted me to know that they were watching over me. So I would be successful and safe during my impending multi-state drive from TX to NC.
Not only were the angels working to fulfill my wishes, but 933 also symbolizes personal and spiritual growth as well as self-realization.
This relocation has allowed me to boost the reinvention of myself. I’m always searching for self-improvement, but a change of scenery always helps to get out of a routine if only to develop a new one.
Even with my current job, once I logged back on after a 2-week vacation, I was in training with a new team because I’d accepted a new position.
Outside of work, I’ve been taking dance classes of a genre I’d never tried before. Plus, I’ve been collaborating on a project with another writer and my cousin. I’m hoping that something will come of that creative endeavor, allowing me to stop being an employee and allowing me to return to the freelancing world.