01/15/2026
POV: 2016 Melba
I was living in North Carolina.
Teaching during the week and doing wine tastings on the side.
Surviving, but still following my intuition and manifesting without realizing that is what I was doing.
In January 2016, I woke up one morning with a strong feeling in my body.
I need to move back home to Georgia.
Even though I didn’t want to.
I didn’t make a big plan.
I didn’t fully believe it.
But I listened enough to take one step.
In March, I sent my resume to three schools in Georgia.
I didn’t hear anything back.
Around that same time, I felt pulled toward yoga.
So in April, I found myself looking up yoga studios in Georgia, even though I wasn’t planning on moving yet.
I just followed the curiosity.
Then May came.
In one single day, all three schools called me.
I interviewed with each one and accepted a job at the exact same school I had worked at before moving to North Carolina.
Same classroom.
Within two weeks, my life was packed up and I was back in Georgia.
After I moved, I joined the same yoga studio I had looked up months earlier.
By August, I was back in the classroom teaching, while yoga quietly became part of my daily life.
Then in October 2016, I had another clear intuitive hit.
Yoga teacher training.
I didn’t rush it.
I didn’t force it.
That calling wouldn’t fully unfold until June 2017.
In December 2016, I attended my very first yoga retreat.
I didn’t know it then, but something in me had already crossed a threshold.
Looking back now, I see it clearly.
None of this was logic or hustle.
It was soul-sourced.
My soul moved first, and my life followed.
2016 me trusted the nudge.
She didn’t need the language yet.
She just listened.
And she became the map to everything I am living now.
I trust myself. I move when my soul speaks. And my life responds.
