Feeling thankful

I may have a lot to learn, (I DVR The Two Corey's, for starters, which most certainly makes me "part of the problem"), but of one thing I'm certain: the most wondrous things in life aren't meant to be set in stone.  Even wishes.  Rather, make like a lillypad and learn to float.  Resistance is futile.

Is there something you've been wanting, Dear Reader?  A yearning secret or perhaps not so secret; a pining that wakes you up in the middle of the night?  Why not try asking for it.  Ask, and then immediately release the outcome.  I'm afraid this last part is crucial, since the less attached you are to actually getting what you want, the more likely you are to receive it.  (What can I say?  The universe appreciates irony.) 

I firmly believe what is meant to be will transpire, if only I can listen, wait for the signs and get out of my own way.

What has prompted this late night philosophical mumbo jumbo?  Well, earlier this month I was desperately yearning for a job transfer so as to remain with my wonderful company.  I longed for this to happen, although rationally I knew that it:

a.) probably couldn't

and

b.) perhaps shouldn't. 

But on I pressed, in spite of the odds; I wished and then released the outcome.  After all, who was I to instruct the powers that be what to do with me? 

Last week I learned my miracle job transfer may be in the cards after all!  Feeling relieved and slightly surprised, I saw before me the answer to my fervent prayers: a transfer with lateral pay, not to mention holding onto the many perks and rewards I'd worked so hard for over the past four years.  So I was going to get what I'd wanted after all. 

A few days later I found myself sitting in a stylish conference room playing the interviewee.  I told my story over and over to every new face that walked through the door.  These meetings lasted almost four hours, in total.  In between I watched the ferry boats make their foamy lines in the Boston Harbor and tried to imagine myself working in that quiet, subdued place.  It was the same company I'm with now, but completely different at the same time.  Certain people I trusted had strongly advised me against going there.

Later I went on a separate interview that had been previously set up by my placement agency, and I told my story a few more times to some very kind people.  This other place, I noticed, was neither quiet nor subdued.  The people were lovely. 

The opportunity to receive exactly what I'd wanted was dangling before me.  Two dangling opportunities, to be exact.  To quote my Auntie Donna: Who knew I'd be in demand?

I was torn.  As we drove back to NYC I gnawed mercilessly on my fingernails and weighed my options.  I had to, since my placement agency was calling my cell phone off the hook, looking for an answer.  From the Mass Pike to 84, all the way to 95, I pondered and gnawed.  Hubby gently patted my head, placed a hand on my knee and told me, "You need to go home, do your Qi Gong and decide what it is you really want.  That's all." 

And that is exactly what I tried to do, in that very same order.  I waited and watched for the signs until my gut told me what I should do.  At one point over the weekend it occurred to me that I was making a huge problem out of something utterly wonderful: having options.  In the midst of my decision making process I'd forgotten the most important thing; saying thank you.  Instantly I was overcome with a tremendous wave of gratitude.  I said thank you, over and over, and almost immediately the answer came to me. 

I took the other job.  A fabulous, slightly less paying job with a company who'd called the morning after meeting me to say they'd be thrilled if I would join them.  In the end it was a no brainer.

I walked over to FDR post office today and dropped their signed offer letter into the mail slot.  It felt really good.  If you'd have told me a week ago things would turn out like this I'd have said you were a crazy old Corey Haim.  But it's true.    

Reader, make a wish.  You may feel silly at first, but trust me, you'll get over it.  Write it down, whisper it into the night sky, tell it to your dog.  And then let go of it.  We don't always ask for the things we're meant to have, so it's best not to get too hung up on the outcome.  Wish for something you want and you just might get it.  Or perhaps...you'll get something even better.  xoxo

Comments

[Sister]

That was nice, Sissy. I wished that you would move back here, and now you are!

[Wendy]

I wanted to say congratulations! And that I'm going to follow your advice about making wishes, because you're doing much better at the job-hunting game than I've been. Clearly, you're doing something right. :)

[The Odd Broad]

Thank you Wendy! Something fabulous is headed your way, this I know.