My tango buddy and fellow picnicker, Chantal B, will confirm I cosmic ordered my perfect job in her very presence. I was unemployed at the time and had been so for almost a year and a half. We were having one of our regular tea/coffee with tasty treat from local bakery scenarios. I believe it was close to Christmas and we were discussing the future as this time of year often makes one reflect in that way. I munched on my treat and said, “What I really need is a job which allows me time to write in the mornings, do some kind of teaching and be creative at the same time as I love developing resources.” Chantal heartily agreed this would be the kind of job to suit both my personality, desire to write on a more permanent basis and love of teaching. But of course, simply sending this wish out into the cosmos was not enough. I remember coming home after my chat with Chantal and my words still ringing like tinnitis in my ears. As I lay in bed that night I c...
I write therefore I am