Much of what we talk about in coaching is action — action based on some new awareness that develops out of the process of being coached.

We can have insights up the yin-yang, but unless and until we take action based on those insights, our life does not change. Understanding is the booby prize. It avails us nothing until we take action.

Being wishy-washy about what you want produces wishy-washy results. The Universe/God/Spirit doesn’t know what to give us when we keep changing our minds.

Last month I wrote about the nudges I was getting that it was time for me to move.

Since then another powerful nudge occurred. I’ve never experienced this phenomenon as dramatically as I am now experiencing it. The Universe (God) will no longer let me compromise what’s best for me.

When I returned from Paris last September and walked into my apartment, I had the urge to get a dump truck and haul everything away.

Since then I’ve been slowly letting go of old journals and sentimental items that reflect years of suffering. It’s hard to part with these things. As hard as it is to say, I have an emotional attachment to the pain.

The last reason I had to stay in my current neighborhood was taken away from me last Sunday. I was out for my daily walk and saw a fire truck by my yoga studio. The studio had burned an hour earlier.

Trees are falling in my front yard (see photo above) and yoga studios are burning. Things are getting dramatic.

I told my coach I was not going to be in a hurry to move because the idea of moving was increasing my stress level so much. I felt that she wanted me to continue to take action but I assured her that I had to back off for a while and ease through my emotions.

When I did, I was able to take more actions to find a place.

On Saturday, January 20th, I found my new home. I knew it the minute I walked into the place. I felt the gut response that said yes. I am happy and scared.

My rent will be more, I’ll have less storage space, but I’ll have so much more light, which is what I’m hungry for. A smaller place will force me to let go of all the emotional attachments to the past. To shred them, burn them, and give them away. They are not who I am anymore. I am lighter, figuratively and metaphorically.