The best things that ever happened to me were not planned or anticipated. I thought I’d just live in Miami and work in downtown law offices and be Della Street and that would be my life.  And it was, and I was happy.  I lived a good life.  I worked and played (even softball!) with a great group who all had substantially more than I did as far as material things.  We travelled about on boats and planes and helicopters to all sorts of fun party spots for weekends together.  Recreation and weekends that, had I not been invited along as a guest, I could not have afforded.  They were definitely unplanned upgrades to my life.  Things I didn’t expect or strive for.  They seemed to just spring out of nowhere, or as a side effect to me having a fun life.

The first time I went to NY, the Bahamas, Bermuda, I would sit and marvel to myself “how did I luck in to this?” I never gave serious thought to any life other than just working at the law office.  Life was good, pay was good, I got paired with high profile attorneys representing powerful businessmen and infamous celebrity types.  I loved my job and the people around me, and the clients.  I’d go above and beyond for my boss or the clients.  I became friends with many of them.  And, every few years, I’d feel guided to a paralegal position at another firm, for lots more money and I’d make the switch.  I had once walked into a complex job where the assistant before me did not keep extensive details about how to do the job.  After that, I made it a policy to keep a running account of how that job was done.   So if I died tomorrow, my boss could just find these instructions in the top drawer, and know where everything is and what had to be done in what file by what date.  I always did the work of 2-3 people and I loved the work. My friend Sunny Beckwith was like that also.  We’d crank out the work and it would be spot on accurate.

It always seemed like I was working in a fun place with friends I knew, for a lot more money and more freedom and opportunities than many of my other 9-5 friends had.  It split us into two worlds, and the pouty pusses tended to have the boring mundane jobs.  They had less choices and opportunities.  They were right there next to us, but not vibrating in resonance with us, so they wouldn’t see what we could see.

I used to think I was lucky, since so many things always went my way.  Then I thought I might be a jinx, since so many close family and friends were passing (1960-70’s the drug years).  Then I realized that I was indeed lucky, and that my friends had chosen to come in to my life so I could go through their death experience with them.  After the first few, I realized it’s important to say what you feel needs to be said and did not say in life, so that became my rap.  Just to get them thinking about what amends they might make to clear the air, to clear their own conscious.  Some people would rather go to their deaths full of guilt and frustration than voice their troubles to an unsympathetic ear.  That was when I became that sympathetic ear, I became someone who gave another perspective, another side to the story.  I was someone who helped them reframe the circumstances and events of their lives in order to see that it has usually indeed been an ideal life that just needed to be looked at from another viewpoint, a few years down the road.

I am always finding little bits of the past that float up.  I delight in reframing the events of the time to find links to my giddy Now.  The deeper I look, it’s all good news.

I never would have said, I want to publish a monthly magazine and be known all over Florida for it and be some new age guru.  I would not have applied for that job, had I seen it advertised.  But now 17 years later, I am still publishing Horizons Magazine and loving my career.

I never grew up thinking I’m going to be a fortuneteller and use my powers for good.  But in the late 80’s my mother suggested I apply to Psychic Friends’ Network and I worked for them until late 90’s.  I loved the freedom to do readings for a lot of people I didn’t know and I would work my job during the day and do the phone line all night long.  Even so, I had a lot of time and energy to do personal fun projects as well.  Life was getting better and better.

Then I decided I wanted to move away from Miami to Dallas where two friends were.  In the process, I met a friend at the law office and we began dating and I decided to instead move the next year 3 hours north to Melbourne, where his father owned property.  I met Mark Tietig at the law firm and gave him a ride home after a pretrial session.  He lived on a sailboat at a Coconut Grove marina.  He’d been blinded in a sailing accident and the firm was representing him.   We began hanging out and became the best of buddies and both decided to move to Brevard County at the same time.  My uncle built me a home in a section of Palm Bay woods, and Mark built his home in Merritt Island.  Once again, the Universe conspired to bring all sorts of good things into my life, just because I was already having fun and It wanted the fun to continue.

So, since my life can be like that without me doing much envisioning or pre-planning about it, maybe sometimes I get too resistant when I am focusing on saying my affirmations too often or on schedule.  There’s a fine line.  And right now, there can be something that I’ve already done, some work I have already created that is sitting in a drawer, that is going to bring me a contract or gig I would love to do, and I just don’t know it yet.  That’s all.

It makes me wonder what exciting thang is coming up for me that I can’t even imagine right now?

Something that will give me a quantum leap upgrade.  I can feel the tension building.

It’s going to be a good one.
You’ll be the next to know.
Andrea

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