I’m not moving. I have friends who are moving. One just moved to Tokyo yesterday; I can’t believe they’re gone. But they’re not really gone, especially with the Internet.
Another friend is moving to New York. I also can’t believe they’re moving. But they’re not really gone because we talk on the phone regularly. And we have the Internet.
I just made a new friend over the weekend, and she’s from New York City and traveling the country this summer break. I’m a little jealous of her travels, but then I’ve already done the traveling thing. And it’s just too hot to travel these days. Apparently it’s just hot everywhere right now. Might as well stay home and enjoy sleeping in my own cozy bed instead of some unknown housing situation.
That’s just me for now. I do have an itch to travel and I got me a new tote bag for the weekend trips I’ve imagined I’ll be taking soon. It’s from LL Bean and it’s a tough canvas bag that’s cool but not trendy. Classy.
This has been a long couple weeks for me as I have been supporting a friend who has been waiting on an offer from the perfect job. The interview went well, there was good vibes, even cool dreams about the job, but since the interview there was a lot of silence.
In the waiting so much can go on inside the head. I was wondering what was happening. I even had a dream where my friend had the job already! So, was it all in vain?
I’m gonna be a bit mystical today and talk about not sleeping much lately. The restlessness is on the subconscious level and at first it bothered me. It still bothers me, but at least I know that the restlessness is a sign of good, not bad. Something is brewing in the unseen world that’s just ready to be poured out like a fine red wine.
The cool thing is that I see other friends who are also restless: literally not sleeping well. While it could be due to natural factors like stress or busyness, I sense that they are restless on the inside because they know something good is about to happen.
Last weekend I met with a friend who recently published a book called “God and the Ants.” It was a time to catch up for the months we hadn’t seen each other. She shared about her book and I knew her book had a specialness to it. Little did I know how special it was.
The next morning I woke up and went to my desk to get online. Opening the door, I saw tiny ants all over my desk and invading my little office area. I started squashing ants and I knew somehow this had to do with my meeting last night. Immediately I had to admit to myself that I had harbored a subtle layer of jealousy about her releasing a novel. I was denying it to myself but when the ants invaded I knew this was a sign to confess.
I quickly wrote an email to my friend and confessed the jealousy and then spent all day fighting off ants, spraying sprays, squashing ants, and caulking up the gaps in the baseboards and floorboards where the ants were entering from. I needed help and another friend suggested using diatomaceous earth. It’s a natural, non-toxic bug killer and it seemed too good to be true, but my friend insisted it would work.
A quick trip to the hardware store and I started dusting the stuff into the floorboards. It seemed to not work, but I was assuming the dust would kill bugs instantly. My friend later clarified that it actually takes time to work and it will work given some time. The ant invasion stopped after a few days and I finally got some restful sleep this week.
All this to say, buy and read this book! It’s got something special on it, let’s call it magical anointing for now. But no more ant invasions, please.
P.S. My friend graciously received my confession and gave an encouraging word. Now that’s a friend.