A few weeks ago, in the middle of the afternoon on a random Wednesday I was suddenly hit with a brick wall of mounting tears welling up inside. I just wanted to cry and I had no logical reason. I was sitting at my desk at work, just working away—YES I was/am currently in a depressive state but the sudden onslaught of this feeling struck me as different.
I messaged Colleen, just checking in on the day—told her what I just wrote above. And she said. “London.”
Shit, something bad happened in Lond—-before I could even get the thought out my fingers went to Twitter where I saw there was a recent bombing in London.
No. No no no. I was not suddenly feeling the literal weight of the world at that moment? My Empath skills can’t be THAT in tune. No. Nope. No.
Colleen came over that evening and spent the night. We caught up with life and I asked her a ridiculous amount of what I’m certain are annoying questions like “no way it could be, because of LONDON right?”
Conversation then turned to work and real estate and the possibility of bringing additional people on our team. I said to her out loud the only person I could think of that would be really good at it, but isn’t in a place to do it would be NAMELESSFRIEND who is currently, I think, still looking for employment. BUT she wouldn’t last long, it would be something she would dabble in, she is the kind of person who will need more. (And that’s not even getting into the costs of staring the business and how long it would take to make anything back.) Yeah, no. She wouldn’t be a good fit after all.
(VOICE IN MY HEAD—-I wonder how NAMELESSFRIEND is doing, I haven’t heard from her lately.)
AN HOUR LATER—-NAMELESS FRIEND TEXTS ME. I shit you not. And we don’t text! (We did trying to get together for St. Pat’s Day but outside of that, um, no.) She asks if I still needed volunteers for the work event this weekend, which I DID.
RANDOM? Um, of course not.
Now it’s a few days later and I’m catching up with NAMELESSFRIEND who has been given a shitty professional card in life right now. She mentioned the idea of maybe looking outside of the area and when she spoke to a recruiter who asked her if she could go ANYWHERE in the world, what city would it be? SHE SAID LONDON. Because, she LOVES London.
Damn. And if miracles do happen and she gets a dream job in London? She wouldn’t be working in real estate, but I might just be helping her sell her home.
Ah, coincidences, synchronicities, you never cease to amaze me.