I know. It sounds crazy.

mickie zada
4 min readJan 6, 2020
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Sitting in meditation, calm, relaxed, listening; it was about five in the morning, my quiet time. It was also about two years after leaving my marriage, and I was working on discovering Me. At this point, I was 55 years old.

This was the first time in my life that I had lived alone. I married my husband at nineteen; moved out of my parents’ home into our marital home. Right after high school graduation. No break. No time to grow up, really. Ever since I was a kid my life goal was to be married.

We make great decisions when we are kids, don’t we?

Now I was divorced. Thirty-four years had been dedicated to trying to make the marriage work, but it was doomed from the start. Our son was grown and married. It was a nerve-wracking time, figuring out my finances, changing careers, learning to make major decisions alone.

My primary focus in life, at that time, was to figure out who I was.

Sounds silly and unbelievable that, at 55 years of age, I didn’t know what I liked, which opinions were mine and which were those of others. I wasn’t sure which political party I really agreed with, if religion was a crutch, or if I truly was a slow thinker, not nearly smart enough to survive on my own.

For two years I had worked on myself, through coaching, counseling, reading, attending seminars and workshops: I made excavating who I was a 24/7/365 focus. Forward motion was accomplished. I had come a long way, baby!

So, there I was sitting in meditation. Calm. Relaxed. Listening. I’ve always said prayer is when I talk with God. Meditation is when God talks with me.

On this day, God spoke! I was told that I had changed my life and embarked on a strong, solid path. I was told that choosing my own name would be a very good thing. Not my maiden name. Not my married name. My very own name!

I know. It sounds crazy.

Did I hear an actual voice? No. That experience and understanding were more of a Knowing. I knew I would find and embrace a new name, one that expressed Me, who I was becoming, my authentic self. That’s right, the name was not given to me. But I knew it would appear, show up, manifest somehow and somewhere. I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t rushed to find it. From that day…

mickie zada

Hi! I am an enthusiastic participant in life and I believe we create our Reality. My personal Mission is to align with Divine Intent and serve as a beacon.