Getting rid of my chicken addiction

The next morning I awaken and find myself refreshed. My love chakra meditation from the previous evening had worked wonders. I felt magical and alive again. I felt love. You know, the kind of feeling that everybody loves me. The idea that all my ex-boyfriends are still madly in love with me. Love that feeling, tongue in cheek.

The Wizard makes his appearance, softly drifting and floating over my bed on his pink fluffy cloud.

“Good morning,” I smile at him from the comfort of my pillow. “Buenos dias. Sorry for the waffle yesterday. I put my feet on the ground and breathed in and out deeply. The Star doesn’t want to earn extra money on top of her allowance from the ‘ziekenkas’? Fine. Her loss. I am going to look into homeworking options, an official nanny for Wednesdays or an au-pair. Maybe I will grow my business this year, maybe I won’t. In the worst case I close my books and start again. This is the year I am going to stop being a chicken and not let people blackmail me or walk all over me.”

I look over at the Wizard expecting a reaction. And getting none to my satisfaction, I decide to tell him the best piece of news I have had in ages: “Wim asked me to marry him. Next year. And I am not going to sabotage it this time around.”

I smile widely and hop nonchalantly out of bed. “Have a wonderful day. How is your ‘broodjeszaak’ coming along?”

Now this bit of news got the Wizard going. Just like I had hoped it would. He follows me swiftly downstairs and into the bathroom where I am already brushing my teeth, pretending not to notice his burning curiosity.

“Wow,” the Wizard catches up with me a little out of breath. “Sounds like you might stop going down the easy road for a change and actually plan properly. Difficult.”

I am still busy brushing my teeth so I just smile at him. The Wizard’s eyes are popping: “Wow. Why next year? Why not now?”

“Because Wim hasn’t fully recovered yet,” I gurgle at him, rinsing my mouth. “He might still have chemotherapy coming up. Next year this will all be behind us and we can start looking forwards. He is also talking about traveling.”

Now it’s my turn to want answers from the Wizard: “So saying ‘no’ to the Star and other fuckwits is the easy road or the difficult road? I would like to take to easy road for once. Or the right road. The best choice.”

I am busy combing my hair now and the Wizard is just watching me lazily without any response to my pressing questions: “What about my blog? What is your brutally honest opinion? Keep or ditch?”

I look over at him. He is still twirling around and smiling at me happily. I start applying my make-up: “Regarding your database… I know of a company that does cold calling to generate leads and set up meetings. Expensive though. Investigate or..?”

When I next look over my shoulder, the Wizard has curled up and gone to sleep. Useless.

 

* Disclaimer : Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story and any persons, living or dead, is a miracle by chance more than by choice.

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I’m a strong, independant, working single mum and I enjoy making my way around the world with my 3 wonderful children. I live in Belgium and am originally from England. I work in online marketing, digital analytics and conversion optimization for financial institutions and many prestigious global companies as well as remote consulting to start-ups.

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