One thing about
me, I’m an eternal optimist. I’m always looking for a positive resolution to
any problem. Always looking for the bright side of things. So much so that even
after a decidedly chaotic day at work, someone said “I don’t know how you’re
holding up with all of this”. I didn’t scream. I didn’t yell. I just get on
with things. And so this week after the
coop board rejected my application, I didn’t grimace. I didn’t cry and I didn’t
yell. Instead I did what I normally do, I carried on. I was disappointed to say
the least, but there was also this overwhelmed since of relief. Almost as if
the dark cloud that hung over this coop deal from day one had disappeared. We went into contact in June. And there were
many delays to secure a mortgage commitment and I had to switch lenders. I thought
the coop would finally be mine. I was certain of it. I had already begun to
decorate in my mind. I had chosen paint colors and patterns and planned parties
with my friends and family. After hearing
about the coop decision, I was disappointed. The coop board rejected my
application because they were concerned about my student loans, though they
added, “we found you to be very likeable”. As if that was meant to console me. I
immediately began the property search again. The daunting search. This time I’m a lot wiser,
I thought. I texted my real estate agent, Adele and she didn’t respond. That
was odd. She usually responds within a few hours. Twenty four hours past and I got
a text asking me to “keep her in your prayers”. I immediately called her number
and spoke to her son, who informed me that Adele was involved in a serious car
accident several days earlier and was currently in the ICU. He mentioned that
she had bleeding on her brain and was experiencing memory loss. That was a
shock. I told him I would keep her in my prayers.
All of this unfortunate
news brought me back to a website that I’ve frequented on and on for the last
several months. It was recommended by one of my graduate school professors, Dr.
Quinn, who is knowledgeable and involved in astrology. As I teenager, I dabbled in horoscope and
read Sydney Omar cover to cover until my well meaning Aunt told me that the
horoscopes where dabbling in the occult. Over the years I read the odd forecast
not giving it much thought until now. Firstly I’m a Leo. The astrologer, Susan Miller, wrote that “October
is not due to be an easy month” and “Stay
observant, and don't count your chickens before they hatch”.
When I first read this I scoffed. But I knew deep down that she had been accurate
in the past about other things and I was hoping that this time she was wide of
the mark for a change. But as I am learning, she isn’t.
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