I am pretty sure I will never be a Doreen Virtue, a Sylvia Browne, or a Theresa Caputo.
I don’t have cool piercings or purple hair.
You won’t hear me chanting, see me in a velvet dress, or decorating my home with fairies and unicorns.
In fact, you are more likely to see me drinking a beer with my husband, playing at the beach with my 5-year old, or yelling profanities at the television during football season. One would
probably never look at me and say, “I bet that chick is psychic.”
But guess what? I really am.
I am a bona fide psychic who happens to also be a regular gal, doing regular things, and leading a regular life.
When my crazy journey into spirituality began, I wasn’t really sure what being psychic would look like. Would I have to change how I dress? What I eat? How I act?
Knowing how stubborn I am, it became perfectly clear none of that was going to happen. I’m a girl who needs to be who she is, so I had to figure out a way to be gifted and grounded.