So, it’s your last day….and it’s hard to wake up and get moving . You know you have to leave this place before you’re ready, and there is not a single thing you can do about it.
My last time to ring the bell
So, what do you do on your last day? How about visit a psychic to find out what you should do when you get home? Made sense to me.
Maggie was coincidentally a visiting practitioner the same weekend I was at Mirval. Although, I don’t really believe anything is a coincidence…I more think she was the Oracle and I was Neo.
Anyway, I had never been to a psychic. Never wanted to.
But, with everything I was trying to change, I thought it might be good for a little guidance. See what it’s like. Why not? I had actually run into her twice during that day. So I announced at dinner:
“If I see her one more time tonight, I will schedule an appointment tomorrow”.
We walk out of dinner, and instead of turning left to go to my room, I turn right to go use the rest room.
BAM. There she is.
I walk away, use the restroom. Come out.
I bet she's just around this corner....
BAM. There she is again.
Fine, Universe. I hear you. Don’t break any more of my bones. I’m going. I’m GOING.
Just give me your first available appointment tomorrow
I walk over to Guest Services and get an appointment for 8 a.m. the next morning. I arranged it so that I was having breakfast with the girls immediately afterward, so I would be able to process with them.
Try to sleep. Good freaking luck.
Freaky psychic stuff
Now, I have nothing to compare it to, but I liked her style, she used numerology and tarot cards. And another set of cards that I have no idea what they are. Some of the highlights of what she shared…that I’m willing to share, that is:
- Important dates for my would be February 4th and October 8th.
- I would be moving to the northwest or New Jersey.
- There was something to do with a boat in my future.
- I would need a passport for my oversea trip, probably to London.
- She nailed my kids’ personalities. Sassy was the creative one who liked to save her pennies. Tater was smart, a leader and would make a great lawyer.
- I will be a successful writer with a book published by the time I’m 45.
- Someone (a male) at my work would have a heart attack.
- Something at work would be “revealed” about a person, or something behind the scenes.
- She called my mid-life crisis “entering into my second half of life”. I find that a bit more strengths-based.
Of note, she said something I found off (at the time). Said she saw Tater with a paintbrush or marker or something in his hand. I told her no, he’s not remotely interested in putting pen to paper. It was probably a gun. Everything to him is a gun. But, she was insistent. She saw him with some type of writing utensil in his hand.
Whatever. It was a struggle just to get him to write his name at pre-school.
I recently took a bunch of pictures on my cell phone and uploaded them to my desktop today. I had taken this picture of the Tater in his new cowboy boots. Imagine my surprise when I saw this:
Don't know where he even got that pencil
I immediately started to think about how to take action on some of her revelations:
1) Clear out the clutter from the house. Easier to pack.
2) Take a CPR refresher course and learn how to use the paddles at work.
3) Take a boating course.
4) Get recommendations on where to stay and what to see while in London. Hey- it’s never too early to plan.
5) Get back to Miraval. See Maggie again.
Preach it, Miraval!