Archive for December, 2009

The Young Victoria, the movie & Grand Romance

Monday, December 28th, 2009

Saw The Young Victoria movie this evening and it was amazing!  What a wonderful reminder that true grand romance can and should be alive and well in 2009 and beyond.

Prince Albert and Queen Victoria married because they were in love, had 9 children and ruled together for 20 years.  Their story was simply beautiful to watch.  He courted her with letters and occasional visits and they wrote each other for quite some time before deciding they simply couldn’t live without one another and got married.

Compare such grand exquisite romance to the nonsense that happens in modern dating rituals.  How many couples just “hang out” without knowing the level of interest that actually exists.  How much uncertainty and insecurity is involved in dating these days?  I think he likes me.”  “Is it o.k. to call him?”  “He texted, what does that mean?” etc. etc. and, on and on and on the dramas go. 

Where did the days go when a man was interested in a woman and she simply knew it by his actions?  I hate to say this, but I think this may be one of the downsides of women’s lib and the free sexual experimentation of the 60’s.  Hey, I am all for the equality in the workplace but I wonder if all our fighting to get to the boardroom left us sad and lonely in the bedroom.  It seems the fine arts of chivalry, romance and grand love have all but disappeared. 

Well, I say enough already and I for one am stopping it right now.  Never again will I allow myself to become embroiled in a situation filled with lust, sexual desire and uncertainty that leads to confusion and too much time spent wondering where a relationship stands or is headed.  Hey, I am all for the lust and the sexual desire part but coupled with grand romance, passion and clarity.  It’s time for something new to emerge in this day and age – for we women to remember to value our feminity and for us to also value our men as the wonderful fabulous masculine creatures they are.

I’ve written about this before but true sexual union is a beautiful thing.  The energy of the Creator flows down through the woman and she funnels it to her man during intercourse.  He then is supposed to take this energy and go out into the world to create with it followed by returning his creations to his woman.  The image of what it looks like is an infinity sign – the energy flowing back and forth between the two people.  I am a firm believer that a man can only go so far in his career without the love of a woman behind him and supporting him along the way.  And with this base of love, he will reach higher levels than those of which he ever dreamed.

So, this movie for me reminded me to hold steadfast and true to the ideals of grand romance and passion I came to this life to experience.

Releasing energy & getting what you want

Monday, December 28th, 2009

This is really funny to me.  I used to love playing Monopoly with my dad before he passed away.  I was totally Ivana Trump each and every game.  So, it was no surprise I got involved in real estate later on in life and view it as a game.  Seriously, who else do you know who treats actual buildings with people in them like Monopoly pieces?  Well, big time VC (venture capital) guys perhaps – but not some little blond chick from Connecticut.

Anyway, I own an antique house up in Northwest Connecticut I no longer fancy.  I tried to get it rented or sold both conventionally and unconventionally.  The main stream ways are obvious – the MLS, online & paper advertising, signs, etc. etc.  The unconventional ways not so obvious – meditating on the house, sending all sorts of colored energy, posting the Archangels, talking to the faeries and elementals on the property – you name it.  And absolutely nothing has worked for over a year and a half.  During that time, the pipes burst, the house froze and it was gushing water onto the street at one point.  I spent several thousand dollars to fix it up before it got filled with mold and ugliness again.  Then threw my hands in the air and said to the Universe, ” no more!”  I stopped making payments to the bank, could care less whether they took it and was done.  By this time, it was in a condemned state worth hundreds of thousands less than what I paid.

Then a prospective tenant came along.  A construction guy who was willing to do the work needed for less rent – score!  A win-win situation for both of us.  I told him I wanted to hear nothing about anything and he could stay on a month to month basis for as long as he pleased.

Things had been going along fine without hearing about anything until he just called.  Even though he is happy with the repairs and the house is more than livable, he started to throw words such as bio-hazard out there and I cut him off.  I said if you talk like that, you go ahead and move out right now.  He apologized profusely, thanked me for the wonderful opportunity and said he wouldn’t upset me ever again.

Here’s my point.  I have ZERO attachment to the outcome of what happens to the house.  I could care less if it’s rented (though am grateful for the $$), sold, condemned or foreclosed.  It makes no difference to me.  Because I reached a point of absolute indifference, I attracted a tenant, attracted funds, and have laid the ground rules for what I will accept and will not accept.  A beautiful thing indeed.  So, this is the exact state one needs to be in when creating and manifesting.  A place of zero attachment.  Of course you can have preferences, that is completely normal but you need to release any little niggly things about situations completely to the wind.

Now, why can’t I do this as easily in other parts of my life?  Aaaah, that’s the cruz of the matter, my friend.  We are often tested in areas of our life where we are the strongest before delving into those other areas where we do not feel as secure.  I am fully conscious where I need additional work in my life, which sucks that I have things left to deal with anyway – I swear, does it ever freakin’ stop?  But, at least if I can consciously create good in one area, then I’ll be able to create better in all.

Comfort food

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

Feeling a little blue.  Half of the Holidays are over – the Christmas celebrations – and the New Years festivities will come in a few days.  I’ll be completely honest that a little bitty part of me hoped to meet someone with whom I could share the celebrations with.  In retrospect, however, I see Christmas wouldn’t have been doable as the final bit of release with my Cali soulmate happened on that day.  I still had links to various concerts, photos, etc. of him bookmarked on my computer.  When I awoke on Christmas morning, I knew it was time to severe each and every last bit.  I even started to watch the concert videos, but wasn’t interested in finishing them. 

The following day I had a colonic in NYC and told my therapist I intended to release every last bit of cellular memory associated with the situation.  He was actually shocked by saying he picked up no vibes whatsoever that any attachments were still there.  In fact, he believed I was completely clear, free of any pain and ready for the new.  Amen to that brother!

Today however was a little different story.  I went to see It’s Complicated - the new Meryl Streep movie about divorce.  Though I really enjoyed the movie overall, the divorce and conclusion theme weighed a little heavy on me.  It made me feel more unsettled and highlighted how my life is straddling between the old and the new so I consciously sought out comfort food. 

I drove to the town where I grew up, Trumbull, Connecticut, to eat at an Italian comfort food place named Vazzy’s.  The food is neither good nor bad but I was craving old fashioned Italian red sauce and a Chianti and also craving being in my home town.  Going there reminds me of childhood.  In fact, I got drunk in that parking lot many times when I was underage.  I never fit in as I would sweep in from boarding school to hang with my local friends and then sweep back out again.  Kind of like what I have done all my life.  Now that the Cali situation is complete, I am here for good and it feels kinda weird.  I have nowhere to run and nowhere to escape.  A very surreal feeling.  And, like I’ve mentioned previously, I no longer use any kind of external substances for comfort – like drinking, eating or shopping, so stuffing down feelings isn’t even an option any longer.  Where does that leave me?

Basically, free and available for the very first time in my entire life.  It feels like I am standing on the edge of the cliff looking out at the horizon with all possibilities ahead of me.  Sure, it’s exciting but also very unsettling.  Sometimes at points like these in your life you almost feel as if nothing good will ever happen to you again.  That you will just remain status quo forever.  Of course, we all know that’s not the case, but it is how it feels.

At Vazzy’s it was entertaining to watch the people around me – the twenty somethings out drinking to the old lushes hanging at the bar.  I was simply an observor as I always am.  Neither living in their world nor in my own world but simply on the cusp of existence.  Sure, the baked penne and chianti helped soothe some of my unsettled feelings momentarily but they are still shifting around. 

Throw in feeling unsettled with the information I take in on a daily basis too.  Just this morning I was listening to a new interview on Project Camelot that ran the gamut from the super soldier program, to scalar weaponry to consciousness.  How in the world can one even correlate knowing about such things while sitting in a simple place like Vazzy’s where world has continued on as is since those drunk teenage days in the parking lot.  When thinking about that, I admire those relatives I saw over the Holidays that have lived the same existence and are talking about the same things as when I last saw them twenty years ago.  Who really is in a better place?  Someone who has expanded their horizons to the point of being unsettled by the knowledge and continuous growth in their lives to someone who has done the same old same old their entire lives?  I don’t think there is an easy answer to the question.

I apologize for my incoherent rambling.  Being in a place of change and shifting from the old to the new is terribly disconcerting.  All things you once believed don’t mean diddly squat and you have no idea what new, if any, lies in store for you.

Glass half full

Friday, December 25th, 2009

This has been the first Holiday season in about 20 years I have actually spent with family.  Now, I am not talking about spending time with my mom when she is in town or when I am visiting her.  I am talking about the extended family that simply disappeared in my early teens.  As a child, we used to have huge, huge gatherings of our extended family.  Not only did my maternal grandmother have 6 brothers and sisters and countless children from those marriages but my father’s family was also huge.  We were at party after party all the time – life was filled with constant festivities.  Then around 12 years old it all stopped – every one died – all my grandparents, my father and even the family dog.  I went off to boarding school, followed by moving all around the country and traveling the world and never really looked back.  I never even felt like I had family other than my mom.  This year, however, the extended family felt a yearning to reconnect, so I was invited to join in the festivities as the lost sheep coming back into the fold.

I would say all the older (above 20) family members settled into normal existences with families, jobs and mortgages.  I was expecting to see lots of bonding, happiness and joy like I remember as a child.  Instead, I walked into parties filled with people who’s lives simply passed them by looking old and haggardly, harboring negative belief systems and alot of them completely bombed.  It was so weird.  Everyone was staring at me because I look so different (or my vibe was definitely different).  I am healthy, fit and filled with light, don’t lead a “normal” existence and am positive.  There were a few family members I did bond with which was very nice.  But wouldn’t you know, that select group wants to better themselves and try out different ways of being.  The others, however, have simply seemed to believe the glass of life was half empty and there is no way of filling it up.

So, here’s my point.  Out of all the family members, my childhood was definitely the most traumatic.  Not only due to the losses mentioned above but some residual experiences stemming from the losses.  Looking at it as an outsider, I would say someone who experienced the things I did at such a young age should be the one harboring the negative beliefs, thinking life is unfair and believing I am owed more than others.  But, it didn’t turn out that way, which makes me stop to think.

What exactly is it that makes one person choose a path of positivity versus choosing a path of pain?  You can’t say it’s because this kid experienced x, y or z that they are bitter.  I could have fallen in to that pattern quite easily.  We each have a choice on how to process x, y or z.  I’d be bullshitting you if I said I was positive all the time.  Just a couple weeks ago I was upset about a work thing and my mom said, “where’s my positive daughter?’  I think I said, “fuck the positivity” and she was the one who had to prop me back up.

But, for the most part I believe in the goodness and miracles of life.  When I wake up in the morning, I actually thank the trees, birds and plants in my yard for bringing me beauty and thank the universe for the bounty it helps me create.  That may be corny but it keeps me in the positive and thinking the glass is half full versus empty.  Now, my family members – the negative nancy ones – can change their lives in an instant if they so desire.  One path is never set in stone and we are constantly presented with opportunities for change.  My presence at the parties probably acted as some sort of catalyst.  Actually, I was totally clicking with the 20 and under crowd, and, with the older folks, would be available and ecstatic to help anyone who wanted to live their lives with a little more joy, ease and happiness – looking at the glass as being half full.

Overcoming insecurities

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Even the Master of Light Chick learns new things.

The other night I had a dream about losing a ton of blood and had to be rushed to the hospital where they stuck one IV of heroine in my right arm followed by another IV of something else while the blood kept rushing out of me.  I wondered what it meant to my friend and she said, “oh, let’s look it up right now.”  I was like – what?  Where do you look it up?  And there is actually a website analyzing dreams called Dream Moods.

Turns out mine can mean a couple things…

-To dream that you are hemorrhaging, suggests loss of vitality, loss of faith in yourself, and lack of self-confidence. Also consider where you are hemorrhaging from and analyze the symbolism of that body part.

-To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood, signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained.

-To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments.

Geez, where do I start with these interpretations.  I am most definitely releasing some insecurities that have haunted me for lifetimes.  Though I know exactly where they stem from, it does not make it any easier to come to terms with the icky feelings, which sucks.  And, my rational mind knows the insecurities are not real or valid in this current lifetime yet they still haunt my being.  Isn’t it interesting how you can look at people from afar and think they have everything in the world yet when you get close you would see some silly little thing they are insecure about.

Well, mine isn’t so so silly – in a past life, a man with whom I shared an epic, utterly passionate love affair and marriage ended up banishing and ordering a gruesome death for me.  So, I have never really allowed myself to get close to a man for lifetimes ever since.  During a couple lifetimes, I chose to be a fat chick. Great way to protect yourself from having a man want you, right?  Now, in this life I am a hot chick with long flowing blonde locks, so it’s time to deal with these insecurities once and for all, if I am ever going to deal with them.

So, to date in this life with guys, I have always kept a part of myself unavailable for protection.  Sure, there has been seeming closeness, but a part of me was always held back.  I am finally conscious this pattern of unavailability no longer serves me.  I want to experience that epic, romantic, passionate, sexy love again in a healthy amazing strong relationship with a hot guy.  So, I have finally decided to allow myself to be fully available and present in my relationships, which is pretty freaking scary.  I will thank my Cali guy for helping get me to this place.  Without the extreme pain the dissolution of that soul contract elicited, getting to this place of wanting something different would have never happened.  So, beauty can definitely be found in the ashes.

Anyway, feelings of insecurity are bubbling up within and annoying me to no end.  I no longer use external means to mask my feelings, like food, drinking or shopping, but I do want to get on a plane to run away somewhere though know that won’t solve the problem either.  Yes, I know the feelings are bubbling to be released once and for all, yet it doesn’t make it any easier.  How can someone so strong in other parts of her life feel so icky and uncertain in another part of her life?  It’s because I am learning new behaviors and trying on a new way of being.

Something else interesting about that specific lifetime from which my insecurities stem…is it affected my personal trainer boyfriend last year. He would get really, really close to me then run the other direction in fear.  The pattern became so boring and annoying, we eventually broke up.  What a past life regression uncovered was this personal trainer boyfriend was in my inner circle way back in that other life admiring me from afar.  Everyone around me and my husband saw our intense love and passion as it was a glorious sight to behold; then I was killed.  I learned he was mortified seeing love turn to horror and has equated love and marriage with death ever since.  Wow, doesn’t that explain the closeness and running away?  Poor guy…

So, isn’t it something how things from distant lifetimes can impede our ability to move forward in the present?  The time for harboring insecurities or baggage from any past has got to come to an end.  We didn’t come back here again to be anything less than the glorious amazing beings we are.

Beautiful synchronicity today…

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

Took the Porsche in for service today and took Booda with me.  When I leave in the morning, who knows where I’ll end up so he comes with…

Though I had Booda, I didn’t have my red lipstick, so I couldn’t get too far.  Thought about heading to the city after the Porsche service but the omission of red lipstick diverted me back home.

Anyway, the gentleman sitting next to me in the waiting room was exactly who I needed to talk with.

When I went through my financial maelstrom, there were times I could not afford my veterinarian bills.  So, coming out on the other end, I vowed to have my charity be helping others in financial crisis being able to afford their vet bills to care for the sweet little beings who are there for you in times both good and bad.  This has been stirring in my mind for quite awhile.

So, who was next to me?

The animal control person for the town of Danbury, Connecticut.  He even told me he gets calls from people not knowing how to care for their animals due to the high costs.  I gave him my number and told him to call me whenever he gets calls of that nature and I would pay for their needs.

What a beautiful synchronicity to have had happened!  I am so happy to be able to help others in this way.

$1,000 thigh high boots…fuck!!!

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

Guys, just pass this one by (or maybe not….)

I just passed through the most difficult three  years of my financial life.  I felt them coming on and also felt them leaving.  It had been utter hell nearly reaching rock bottom and I thought about suicide on numerous occasions.  Though a proud NRA card carrying member (not to shoot animals but to shoot those opposing freedom), I would never shoot myself.  It was more like willing another car to hit me while driving or being hit while walking on the side of the road.  Having been a financial success my entire life, it was utter hell to experience the exact opposite.

I don’t know exactly how I made it through to the other side but I did.  And, the reward?  $1,000 thigh high fucking hot boots that just arrived in the mail today!  The day before Christmas Eve and my Christmas present to myself for surviving the utter and complete hell I experienced.

Not only are they uttterly hot and sexy – they represent an end to all the negative bullshit I discovered.  Learning about the Illuminati, the dark side, satanic rituals, ghoulies fucking with you on the astral plane, the negative aspects of existence, etc. etc. etc.  Now all that bullshit can literally be stepped on and smoldered out with these $1,000 fucking thigh high black hot ass sexy boots!

Oh, God am grateful!  Thank you so much.  They are so fucking hot they make my skin tingle.

Sneaky motives

Sunday, December 20th, 2009

(Disclaimer – I have no idea why the formatting is all fucked.  Maybe because I hit the target?)
OMG – for those of you conversant with Illuminati Shenanigans, this one is for you.  Regardless of the situation and who is involved, what better way to implement one’s own agenda than by making the other party think it is their own agenda.  Right?
I want you to do X, so I make you think X is your very own idea and you rally around X until it is accomplished.
This is exactly what I got from reading an email in my inbox today which you will see below.  But, a little background first.  I do not participate in any movements.  I  follow my heart, seek the truth and strive for freedom.  That is it.  So when I see big outcrys happening for this and that, I usually question whether there might be some underlying motive being pushed.  Like those polar bear commercials on CNN with that actor guy Noah Wylie.  Even my mother thought the ads were suspicious.  And for her to pick up on that you know something is amiss.
The events that have transpired since Al Gore’s movie and the push for a global warming treaty culminating in Copenhagen now never resonated with me for some reason.  I have no qualms with  living a greener life and being conscious of treating mother earth well.  I am the first one to want to shoot others who take unnecessary bags from stores and who don’t recycle.  But a worldwide movement being spearheaded by world leaders makes me stop to think.  Not to be a Negative Nancy by any means, but since when do they have our best interests at heart?
I am writing this from my white bedroom looking out the window to my completely white yard covered with snow – we just got hit with one of the biggest storms in recent history.  We all know the weather has been wacky.  And can’t you kinda agree it’s been getting colder and not warmer?  Where did those awesome warm summers go I enjoyed as a kid?  Then comes the hackers and the Climategate news that data was cooked between the UN and top university scientists skewing data that actual climate numbers are, in fact, getting colder and not warmer.
It helps to see the end game.  Those in control want us all to believe in global warming so they can tax us with carbon credits.  You gotta agree they don’t give a shit about natural resources and doing the right thing – years and years and decades and decades prove that point.  Of course, some in charge do, but not the Big Boys running the real show.  So, if assessing carbon credits as a way to make more money is not the end game, then there is something else going on behind the scenes as to why they want the public to embrace global warming and getting the minions on board with their program.
Without further delay, below is the most perfect example of riling up others to get your agenda passed.
Dear friends,
Wow. Yesterday, the media was calling the crucial Copenhagen climate summit dead on arrival.
But 24 hours later, after millions of petition signatures, hundreds of thousands of phone calls,
and a massive outcry across the planet, a deal could be back on!
Leaders are frantically doing in hours what they’ve failed to do for years, but we’re still far from a pact that will stop catastrophic global warming of 2 degrees — and the talks could still collapse.
We know our pressure is working, let’s use these crucial final hours to ramp it up, and get a real deal, not a dressed-up weak agreement. Sign the staggering 13 million person petition below, and send this email to everyone
:
The petition has become the centre of the global revolt against failure in Copenhagen. The names of petition signers are being read out by young people who have taken over spaces in the Copenhagen summit and in governments round the world, including the US State Department and the Canadian Prime Minister’s office.

Amazingly, leaders themselves are appealing to the public for action. UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown made an impassioned appeal to 3000 Avaaz members on a global conference call on Wednesday, calling for an historic 48 hour internet based campaign from citizens around the world, calling our impact crucial. Nobel laureate Desmond Tutu also appealed to the world at one of 3000 vigils organized by our movement, proclaiming “We marched in South Africa and apartheid fell, we marched in Berlin and the wall fell, we marched on Copenhagen and we WILL get a real deal”.
History is being made in Copenhagen, but so far, it’s not being made by leaders, but by us, millions of people round the world who are directly engaging, hour by hour, like never before, in the fight to save our planet. The pressure is working, let’s ramp it up.



With hope and determination,
Ricken, Alice, Iain, Ben, Paul, Luis, Graziela, Benjamin, Pascal, Veronique, Paula
and the whole Avaaz team.

The energy of New Love

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Love can be unsettling. When it’s not in your life, you can generally go about your daily existence without much interference and often times feel as if the world is your oyster.  Of course, I’m excluding those times when you are embroiled in dramas, issues, addictions, etc.  Because all those things are self induced hells concocted to keep people down and from remembering who they truly are.  And, I’m excluding those people who think their life is going to end unless they meet their other half.  There is no such thing as an other half.  That would mean you are not whole yourself and are missing pieces that need to be filled in by another.  That’s nonsense.  You are already whole – you just need to remember that.  A true relationship is when two whole beings meet to create something new from the strengths and unique qualities each brings to the table.

I am talking about those times in between relationships when you are healed and are completely okay with being by your-Self.  You feel as if all possibilities are available and will not be crushed if you do not meet another to enter into a relationship with.  Of course, it is much more fun to walk the path of life with someone with whom you are compatible, but if you don’t find that person, then so be it.  It is these times you often feel the strongest.  It’s like standing on the cliff of the ocean’s edge looking at the gorgeous vistas all around you knowing you can follow any path you choose.

Then you meet someone new…

They make you laugh.  They make you smile.  They turn you on.  You start thinking about them.  They start thinking about you.  And on and on it goes…this is where the unsettled feelings enter.  Your energies start to mingle and suddenly you can’t get them out of your mind.  A second ago you were fine, and the next you feel like you are losing it thinking about this new person who didn’t exist a moment ago.  You try to force quit the thoughts but it just doesn’t work.  The energies are mingling and there really is nothing you can do about it.

Where are the energies mingling?  All around the various layers of our bodies – the aura and whatever you want to call the other layers – etheric, astral, etc.  – many belief systems agree we have 7 different layers; it doesn’t matter really.  What matters is this brand new person is playing in your sand box and you are playing in theirs.  When I was less aware, I would think about this guy or that guy non-stop and didn’t ever understand he was doing the same about me.  It’s more or less a fact when someone pops in your head, they are thinking about you.  Whether they or you do anything about it is another issue.  But the fact remains.  You know, that may also be why you get motivated to try different things and change your behavior when you meet someone new.  Your energies are affecting each other more than you know.

So, what do you do next?  The beautiful serenity of being whole and healed has vanished and new thoughts are swirling in your head making you feel excited, unsettled and uncertain.  For once, I really don’t have any answers and wish I did.  Perhaps the only thing you can do is take one step ahead and do the most gorgeous swan dive off the cliff into the beautiful blue ocean down below.

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match…

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

Back in July, prior to my Second Coming together of the year with Cali pothead wanna be singer current auto detailer soul mate dude, the angels suggested I call a matchmaker.  Well, not the angels themselves, but the woman I use to channel the angels.  She had the feeling I’d meet a more appropriate type of guy through an introduction such as a matchmaker because he wouldn’t have the time to meet someone and might be more unique like me – like a Bruce Wayne type.  You know, someone who likes to and can travel the world at a moment’s notice, dine in the finest restaurants or hang in the dirtiest dives, someone interesting, multi-dimensional (or multi-galactic to make me multi-orgasmic – j/k), sexual and hot versus the laid back beach bum pot smoking hanging out kind of dudes that had been in my life  to date.

So, I immediately started to google…”Millionaire matchmaker” and then back spaced and typed in “Billionaire matchmaker NYC” instead.  Billionaire because the cat has got to match my energy.  Money is only energy so loads and loads of it would just start to match what I’ve got going on.

A woman named Janice Spindel came up. I filled out a form, sent in a photo and the office called me for an interview to make sure I wasn’t some whack job before approving me for the next stage of meeting Janice at one of her monthly Meet & Greet gatherings.  I never ended up going to one because the Second Coming happened with Cali dude and it’s just recently we finally parted ways for good.  When I got an email saying Janice Spindel was doing a seminar at the 92 Street Y, a place where I used to teach yoga, I knew I should go meet her.  I figured it’d be a good excuse to stay over in the city, went online and serendipitously got a killer internet only hotel special near Central Park – 2 rooms left, so Booda and I were on our way in for a little rendevous.

Janice was fine – I neither liked her nor disliked her and can see she is great at what she does particularly because she employs her sixth sense in matching people.  Exactly what I use when matching my real estate clients to houses.  She scolded me for waiting so long since the summer and said  “You could have had a husband by now”, in her Jewish New York accent.  Sure, whatever…

So it got me thinking about this matchmaker stuff and using one to find a husband or just meet a guy.  A part of me feels likes it’s unnatural.  I believe in destiny, karma, kismet and have always thought I’d meet my guy through happenstance.  Being set up by a matchmaker feels so mechanical.  But, then again, could using a matchmaker be helping destiny along?  I just don’t know.  In my corporate  past, I had gone to headhunters to find jobs.  But, you know what, I found most jobs on my own.  I was always way too out of the box for those headhunters to place me anywhere.  But, then again, Janet Spindel does have that sixth sense.

More thoughts popped into my head about what if I do get matched up by her.  I don’t think actual husband hunting is my end goal.  That is definitely too clinical and premeditated.  The thought of that makes me feel like I’m wearing polyester.

Perhaps I met her just to declare to the Universe I am ready for a new chapter to begin in my life?  A closure of the old ways of doing things and the old types of people I used to attract.  That wears a little bit better with me.  And, you know what happened that night?  I have slept with a stuffed animal given to me by a boyfriend from Ireland for about 7 years-it supports my lower back and brings me a little comfort.  I seriously have traveled around the world with that little guy.  I left him in the hotel at check-out and they couldn’t find him!  If that isn’t a sign of a break from the past I don’t know what is.

So, what has happened since?  Just two days after the event, a friend introduced me to a very interesting friend out of the blue – dazzling, mesmerizing, hot, sexy, spiritual, etc..  Seeing him a couple days later, however, he was like a different person and displayed the characteristics of those old laid back dudes I used to attract.  It’s a total puzzle which part of what I saw is the reality of who he is.  His good part represents one step into the future and his bad part one step into the past.  Completely indicative of  the crossroads I am at in  my life right now on so many levels.