Right now you will find me sitting rather immobile at my kitchen table. My hands are cupping a mug of luke warm tea. I am staring off blankly at nothing in particular and hadn’t noticed my mysterious repetitive visitor approaching.
“Good day Bakerman,” I smile weakly at the Wizard as he appears at my kitchen table. “How are you? How was your weekend? I spent lots of relaxing quality time with kids. Popped into Mechelen to see Wim on Sunday.”
The Wizard has his eyes set on me intently. He will not be fooled by my masquerade. So I immediately drop all pretences and tell him what’s up: “Wim has seen his specialist this morning. They have the results of the biopsy on his colon and the lymph nodes they removed. He has to have 6 more months of chemotherapy. 60% survival rate. Will Reiki help and how to stay positive? Wim sounds like he’s near to giving up. What about marihuana? Would that help?”
“No,” the Wizard vehemently disapproves of smoking pot. “Marry him quick.”
“Why quick?” I am startled by this turn in the conversation. It does me good though as this question shakes me out of my stupor.
“Reiki will help if he believes in it,” the Wizard continues softly. I will try it anyway. Hell, I will dance around the village naked with a chicken on my head if it could help Wim get better.
“I’d better start making some decent money because he will start running out soon,” I say with a deep sense of determination. It is now all down to me and I am not one to disappoint.
“Well if he pops his clogs you can get half the estate if Wim gives up and doesn’t fight,” the Wizard says with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Only this cat could say such inappropriate things at a time like this. It’s his good humour and his kindness which let him get away with being so obnoxious.
“Uhm… I dont want to marry him for money reasons,” I am truly outraged at the Wizard. “Half the estate is mine. And if we marry we will do it with a split contract.”
“60% is a good survival rate,” the Wizard winks at me. “Got to go. Chat tonight.”
“I want to marry him for love…” I trail off at the Wizard makes a swift exit blowing little hearts at me with his pink fluffy cloud on his way out.
Feeling better with a positive prospect, I am serene when putting my littles to bed. After nine I curl up in my sofa under a blanket with a nice cup of tea and a piece of dark chocolate. I have indulged in some management books and find myself unable to put the book down, it is so good and captivating. The Wizard lands his pink cloud at my feet and curls up warm and comfortably at my feet.
“Ha, I am reading ‘the 4h work week’ by Tim Ferriss,” I tell the Wizard as I explicitly show him the cover of the book which has me so engrossed. “It arrived today. If I did do cold calling, I would be most effective doing it just before or just after office hours because it gets rid of the gate-keeping secretaries…”
I am proud to tell him what I have learned. This fits into one of our previous conversations when the Wizard wanted to get me over my fear for cold calling. I didn’t quite make it, but decided I could do cold emailing instead.
I continue informing him on what I’m reading about: “Interesting yet troublesome with 3 noisy kids in the background. The lesson I learn here, and with your coins, is I have got to think out of the box and do things differently than how they have always been done. Which leaves me with 2 questions: what on earth shall I do differently? And how? Circles forever circles.”
“Keep reading,” the Wizard cat blinks at me as he settles for the night.
Looking for answers in all the wrong places. Yet other entrepreneurs’ stories are strangely inspiring. It is time to believe in me again. I create my own rules. This is my time, my expertise. Go with me and make it work!
* 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.