This has been a supremely weird week so far.
When my body crashed late Saturday morning, it crashed hard. No warning, just BAM! As in, holy shit can I please die now. I have been in and out of consciousness for most of the past four days, trying to sleep in hopes it would allow me to heal faster from this exceptional flare up.
I guess I needed the prodding to remind me not to get too complacent, that the job situation must change asap. I’ll admit, when the office swapped things around a little I’d started thinking, “Well maybe I can hang on a little longer…”
Yeah, about that. No. A big fat resounding NO, with whipped cream and a cherry on top.
A couple of weeks ago I was contacted by a person who has since completed a two-level reading on me. I was more or less humoring him when it started out.
Everything in the verbal exchange with this young man was a case of timing like you can’t believe. I didn’t ask for the reading from him, but he insisted and when I was about to refuse, something stopped me. He needed to perform the readings as much as I needed to hear them.
He drew up a natal chart for me – 98% of which flew over my head but of what I did understand, was a bullseye. I still have the conversation saved and will try to go back and figure out what a grand cross is and what its implications are, etc. He also performed a different kind of reading that confused the heck out of him – it seemed to repeat the same message over and over again and he actually apologized for one of the things in the reading because to him it sounded insulting.
My response to what he considered an insult was laughter. Everything he said, in every iteration, including the timelines outlined in the astral charts, dovetailed to a T with another reading I’d already done and other details that had trickled down to me from unrelated sources. We’re talking at least four separate sources with zero connection. There’s no possible way they could’ve collaborated on this because part of it is work related rather than from a reading – and this person didn’t know me from Adam, didn’t know my other friend, hasn’t read my FB entries until the past couple of weeks, certainly not enough to know the things that he told me. What’s more, even if he had read my FB timeline, he couldn’t have seen the things he was rattling off. Most of what’s on my FB is guarded chatter just to keep in touch with friends. Half of my friend list is people I work with, including a bunch of the higher-ups at work.
Kind of a slam-dunk that my employer’s reading when I’m sending them direct notifications, eh?
With all of this in mind, I know what the timeline is, ready or not. I’ve seen it coming for a long time. If anything, I’ve forestalled it longer than I should have done. I wish I had something more clear-cut on how things are going to pan out over the next few months, but pretty much got the same thing from all corners: keep doing what you’re doing and trust that it will all work out. There are things working in the background that you can’t see, things that will come up exactly at the right time and right place.
Sound advice that’s served me now for years. It doesn’t mean I make no plans at all, but part of this message was that I need to start thinking like a CEO, which means delegating. Don’t just wait for someone to fulfill something; expect it and give them a timeline, then hold them accountable for that date. That was by no means the only aspect, but it was the one change I was told I need to make, and make it now.
I hate being in charge. Loath it. Always have.
And it never fails that’s exactly where I end up. Since that’s how it’s going to be, I was more or less told to stop fighting the fact and start making it work for me.