My seer, a deeply religious woman who reads my innermost thoughts and voices my fears, told me last November that I mustn’t even think about cramming any extra learning into my busy life. Or more accurately, jamming yet another concern into my already-crowded brain.
“Forego,” she advised me. “At least until January.” Not a week after she saw this in the cards, the short course I’d signed up and paid for, was cancelled.
I met up with her again last week. Torn apart inside by a series of unfortunate events, I was desperate to consult her on matters of the heart (or what was left of it). Without my even asking (higher learning was the farthest from my mind), she told me: “Learn the ropes. In small doses and with tiny steps, you should hone your craft. It’s time.”
The course I’d considered only last November doesn’t even seem relevant to me anymore. It won’t get me where I want to be at the end of 2007. In its place, I’ve identified one or two opportunities that combine two powerful drivers: the need to create, and the itch to travel.
If I do these things (I shan’t say, I don’t want to jinx it), I’d have hit at least three birds with one stone…or crossed off a quite a few things on my list.
Eerily enough, in doing These Things and bringing about their natural consequences, I’d be watching the fortune teller’s other predictions – the ones having to do with matters of the heart – come to life.
