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ghosts in my bed

December 12, 2009

“let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.” – Oriah Mountain Dreamer

 

DSC01443My thoughts are deep and thick today. I woke from a dream of very old friends to find that they all remained in bed with me for a long time. I dreamed of one summer when I was a part of a strange group of friends who spent every waking minute together. It was a summer where I loved a boy, but we were never alone together because we were always with everyone else. When I woke up, a dozen other summers crawled into bed with us. Summers of laughter and drama and sunshine and families and friends. One dear friend who we have since lost curled up beside me and whispered in my ear, reminding me of the times we laughed so hard we had to hold onto each other for support. Another boy I once loved laughed and said he sometimes remembered me too and how was I? I never did get back to sleep. I lay there in the dark between remembered laughter and tears for a long time.

If I know anything for sure it’s that life is precious, but I forget it sometimes. What part of my life right now will I remember with fondness in years to come? Who who is part of me now will only be a memory as I lie in the dark on a winter’s morning? At the time, I would never have believed that those people who were as necessary to me as breathing would not be in my life anymore ten years, twenty years later. But here I am.

Now that I am awake and alone again, I am thinking of Oriah’s quote: “Let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.” It comforts me to know that they are still there; that they will come and crawl into bed with me once in a while. Missing someone means that you really did love them. Perhaps some of them miss me too.

“People come and go in your life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they are in your subconscious, they are immortal.” – Patricia Hampl

Musings

the perfect job

November 26, 2009

“To flourish is to bloom, to grow, to do the opposite of languish.” – Noelle Oxenhandler

 

This week a friend told me that she had found her perfect job. Having had a ridiculous week at work, the idea of a perfect job intrigued me. What exactly would be the perfect job for me? When I typed “perfect job” into a Google search, I got 98,800,000 hits. It seems that there are a lot of people out there looking for the same thing. So if so many people are searching, is there really any such thing as the perfect job?

Every personality test I have ever taken has given me the same results. I would make a good teacher or writer or minister or counselor or consultant. They also say I am happiest working with people, and would do best in a leadership role. Now, I have been working for the last few years hoping that I could leave it all behind and write books for a living. But if I am happiest working with people, and need to lead, what if I got my wish and ended up solitary and miserable? What if I can’t hack it as a writer simply because I lack the personality for it?

So what, then, would be my perfect job? What would I be happiest doing?

My perfect job:

  1. Working for myself or within a partnership with someone else who I love and respect.
  2. Writing books.
  3. Running inspiring workshops with small groups of women/ girls.
  4. Meeting and working with inspiring people on a regular basis, from all over the world.
  5. Making at least £45,000 a year (after tax – ha!)
  6. Having flexible hours and locations so that I could visit family and friends whenever I want.
  7. Having a personal assistant who I trust.
  8. Having a art/ writing materials budget.
  9. Every day to include creativity, inspiration and beauty.

I almost wrote that it sounded impossible, but I stopped myself. It’s my perfect job and I will not settle for anything less – giggle.

What is your perfect job?