Once back home I was berating myself for not following through with the meeting. What was wrong with me? Afraid of success? I was asking myself a litany of accusing questions as I picked up one of the sample jars.
So, during my tantrum-like meditation, I told the divine to show me something...please!...Give me a sign....anything! I was so tired of struggling all the time. My pleading tantrum over, I went to bed and forgot all about it.