My reflections on 2018

“Good evening,” I answer the late night call of my best friend. “She wants to make up. Like that’s possible.”

I start out telling him about my conversation with my mother the evening before. Then I go on about my worries in selling my old house: “So today I contact the people for the house? Phone call or text message? And what shall I say?”

I make a quick skip to my dear colleague: “And… my Russian colleague has resigned.”

Then I decide to ask him how he is doing: “How is your move coming along?”

I am talking and fiddling around with my phone at the same time: “And so I sent a message to the people who came to see the house. And they answered that there were too many changes to be made that the price wouldn’t be worth it for them.”

To end on my energy course: “So… Working through all the blocks. Or rather just acknowledging them all right now.”

And once again, asking how my friend is doing himself. Not that I expect him to answer anything personal as he likes his life as a recluse, but politeness requires such exchanges: “How about you? Found back your baking tray yet?”

“Hi,” the Mentalist finally answers the moment he manages to get a word in sideways. I have a tendency to talk a lot, I guess. “Best thing your Russian friend could do for himself. Mother is another story. House will sell to someone else. Don’t worry. What blocks are you working through? No not yet. I think I know where they are though. Will try to resolve that tomorrow or Thursday. Waiting for a date to move the kitchen. I think will come back for ten days soon.”

“That would be lovely,” I feel instantly relieved knowing that my friend will soon be back among us, even if it is for a short while. “Like really lovely. Looking forward to it.”

“Pick me up at the airport???” the Mentalist asks me. And that should have been a dead give away for me. He knew something was about to surface. He knew that my world would soon be upside down. How did he know? Because I am finally gaining emotional maturity and enough awareness about what is going on in my energy field. I am finally waking up to my true self and no longer hiding from the things I don’t want to see. I can tell you know, it won’t be pretty.

“Depends when and what time you land,” I answer careful not to make any promises I cannot keep. “But possible.”

“Will let you know beforehand,” the Mentalist reassures me with a tone of understanding. “House sale is not your fault. Don’t take it personally. Refresh the page.”

“Refresh the Facebook page?” I ask unsure of what my next steps should be. “Or…?”

“Yes the Facebook page,” the Mentalist is careful to spell out his instructions for me explicitly. “Also Immoweb if you can.”

“Will talk about my mother and my blocks tomorrow,” I tell him as I am gaining a pretty good understanding of what is going on around me and not liking it one bit. I feel tired and discouraged, but decide this can wait to be discussed in detail. “And your plans. Good night.”

We are nearing the end of 2018 and 2019 is knocking on my door. The time to celebrate, remember, spend time with my loved ones and enjoy delicious food. I still have one day left to set my goals for next year and reflect on what I achieved during 2018.

Happy, healthy, crazy me.

Love,

Fiona

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