Signs of blue skies
A sensation is starting to stir within me, like the spring sun that slowly awakens and tries on her new rays.
I have a feeling something is about to happen.
And I don’t mean a change of houses or room mates or jobs, because that changes all the time in my life, but I mean a significant change, in the way I live.
I feel like I am waiting for a sign. A hint. A realization.
I know, it sounds stupid. But there are people who understand. Like my little sister, who told me about the moment when she realized that she had to break up with her boyfriend.
– I bumped into someone on the street, she told me. And I thought of him…the next moment, I was almost hit by a red car and I thought; “I am being run over by love”
I told her that was a beautiful insight and that she did wisely not to neglect it.
I had coffee with my friend George the other day. He lives right by Bagel Deli which somehow has become a second home over the years in Stockholm. George is a steward and whenever I see him he is either jet-lagged, hung over or in a relationship drama. Usually all of it.
– We are looking for staff he said and you’d be perfect. You’d get to go to Thailand, the Dominican Republic and Mexico…he continued.
– Be careful with me, I interrupted. I’m feeling very unpredictable.
As much as I love flying, I won’t be a stewardess. But I’m keeping a very open mind while waiting for clarity.
Looking out my window, blue skies are already clearing up the path.