Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

Let me start by setting the scene:

D’Mummy has a group of friends whom she met while we were at primary school, they were other Mums who had kids around the same age as D’Brother and I so she just got to know them through school, as you do, and has remained friends with these ladies. One of these ladies does “readings” for people, she’s quite popular and has people who come from interstate and overseas to get read by her, but she doesn’t ever talk about it. The only time I’d ever heard of it was when D’Mummy said something a while after D’Daddy had come out of hospital years ago.

At this stage D’Daddy was in a very bad way and there was conversations going on in regard to quality of life and all sorts of very serious mortality issues, the friend of D’Mummy’s called her and felt compelled to tell her that he would be ok and recover completely and not to worry because it would work out. It’s worth mentioning that at this stage most of the people around our family were having the “It’s ok to let him go” “You have to think about the quality of life he’d be leading if we pursue this” type conversations, so it was more than a friend’s reassurance. Sure enough, ten years down the track, D’Daddy is not that much worse for wear from the experience and continues to be a fully capable, independant and functioning adult person.

So, today I went out with D’Mummy and some of her friends including this lady. D’Mummy had mentioned that I was going to Japan for some interviews and this friend said “Oh yeah, great, she’ll get a job!”, D’Mummy did the usual “Yes, well, she really wants one, so hopefully it will work out” and her friend was insistant that I will get a job. We were having lunch and after much questioning from D’Mummy and friend the other lady started to talk about how the receives the information that she’s given and that how she can sense the (passed on) people who surround other people she reads for and they are able to pass on specific information. After this I metioned something about Japan and that I have three interviews and that I really want a job and that I’ve worked out my plan B in case this doesn’t work out, the lady said “I hate to say this because I don’t like to read people I know, but you are going to get a job, the middle school is the one that you’ll get”. Which one is the middle interview of all the schools?? Only the one I want more than life itself and have a feeling that I might get.

You have no idea how glad it makes me to hear that. I’m not going to take it as gospel and cancel my return ticket and start applying for apartments in Tokyo or anything but it does help to reconfirm the feeling I’ve had for a while now. It just seems like it’s meant to be.

If how much I want it has any effect on how likely it is I’ll get the job, they might as well call me tonight and sign me up because there is nothing I’ve ever wanted more. You’ll hear my screams of delight from all corners of the globe when I get word that the job is mine! Wait and see

And, as promised, here’s me looking like a big, giant loser in my graduation get up.