I don’t know when this happened.

I used to be very sensitive about my dreams.  If I told a person about them, I would want them to believe me.

I remember when I first told my best friends about my dreams about my future husband.  One of them believed me and the other two didn’t.  I was sad that they didn’t believe me.  It turned into a heated discussion and it was on my birthday.  At that point in my life, I wanted them to believe me and support me.  I realize that I wanted that at the time.  I was really grateful that the one friend believed me because that gave me the strength to go after my dreams.

Now I don’t need anybody to believe in my dreams.  As long as I do then it doesn’t matter if anyone else does.

Last week at work, I ended up telling two people about my future husband and they were happy for me.

I’m more open with telling people about my dreams because I realize that my dreams don’t need to be believed by anyone but myself.

Tonight when I was eating dinner with my family, I told my parents about the cruise that I’m going on.  I told them who was going to be performing on the cruise.  My dad asked if I was going to try to meet one of the performers.  I didn’t answer.  I realized in that moment that my parents don’t believe in my dreams about my future husband.  I wasn’t sad or mad in that moment.  I didn’t even tell them that my dreams have still be going on about my future husband.  I don’t believe that God or the Universe would lie to me for 8 years and lead me on a wild goose chase.

I’ve had a lot of people tell me that I’m focusing on the wrong person and that my dreams are just dreams.  I realize that no one has experienced what I’ve been through.  I could tell some people about my dreams and the signs and they still wouldn’t believe.  It’s not my job to try to convince anyone.

I’m honored that God chose me.  I think my future husband is intelligent, handsome, and an overall great person.  Even if my parents don’t want to meet him or talk to him, then they are the ones that are going to lose out on knowing a great man.

I don’t know when this change happened, but I don’t need anyone to believe in my dreams.

#thefuturemrscarter

 

I learned a lesson this week.

God/Universe takes care of me and helps me.

I was worried this week because I was supposed to go on a cruse at the end of June.  On Wednesday, when I called the cruise was full and there was no more rooms.  I knew that I was going to be going on this cruise.  I had seen it in my dreams.

The manager was going to check and see if anybody had cancelled.  By Friday she hadn’t called me back.  Friday was the last day to sign up for the cruise.  Of course I had to work that day.  Usually when I work I don’t get a lunch break.  Thankfully I was floated to another unit and had a great day.  I was able to get a lunch break.

When I called the manager, she told me that the cruise was still booked and no one had cancelled.  Right after saying that sentence, she says that she just found a room.  I was able to get the last room on the cruise.  I have to admit that I was worried since I waited until the last minute to book the cruise.

God/Universe has never failed me.  When I’ve done all that I need to do, God steps in and does what needs to be done.

So I will be going on a solo cruise this June.  This will begin a new chapter in my life.  My future will be on the cruise too.  All the signs point to this happening now.

I learned that when you’re meant to be somewhere, God will make a way.

Labels are everywhere in society.

Labels are on the clothing we wear, telling us the size and who made it.  Labels are on the food we eat, telling us what is in it.

Human beings are labeled too.  Just a few of the labels are: beautiful, ugly, fat, skinny, woman, man, good, bad, black, and white.

I realized that I used to be comfortable in labeling people.

I loved to put people in a nice little box or label.  It made me feel more comfortable with the person if I could put a label on them.

When other people started to try to label me, I then realized that human beings shouldn’t be labeled.  People would tell me that I had the “good hair”, so I couldn’t be all black.  People would call me too nice or too sensitive.

Since getting to really know myself, I realized that I can be an And.  I don’t have to be either this or that but I can be an And.

The And is being two things at once.

For example, my landlord in Hawaii, told me that he was a vegetarian that sometimes eats meat.  I understood what he was saying.  He was saying that he could be a vegetarian And still eat meat.  He could call himself whatever he wants to call himself.  It didn’t matter the definition of vegetarian.  That is the label that he wants for himself.  He can be two things at once.

I call myself a vegetarian.  Since I started calling myself that, some people have said that I’m not.  I recently ate a French fry in front of someone at work.  He said that vegetarians don’t eat French fries or cake.  I can be a vegetarian And still eat meat sometimes.  Another person at work, when I was talking to another person, chimed in and said that I still ate sushi so I wasn’t a true vegetarian.

I used to feel guilty when I ate a muffin, even if it felt right at the moment.  I am a vegetarian And I can still eat what I want.

The thing that matters most is what I call myself.  I don’t have to accept any label that someone tries to put on me.

Humans can be beautiful And ugly at the same time.  Humans can be good And bad.

Labeling people used to make me comfortable.  Now it makes me uncomfortable.  Humans are multi-dimensional.

I am sensitive And strong.  I am too nice And I can still get mad at people.