I believe very much in life that sends signals. Causality , if you want to see well.
Take two examples: One day, a bracelet given to me by my then boyfriend broke cleanly in two, out of nowhere, while he wore. A few days later we started to discuss y. .. Well, now is a good friend. Again, when I got sick of where I worked and it seemed that things do not improve, I came to bunch several job offers and now very happy working in a central location, close to everything, with more pay and facilities scheduling.
Moreover, one is even documented : The day we started moving the old depa where we are today, the shadow of bath towels adopted my mom profile. And living here has been quite pleasant. At least there goes the water from the shower if you open the sink faucet.
Anyway, to me if I believe that God / Karma / the Universe / Jehovah / Chtulhu / As fans we want to tell signs of how things are going to be developing for us to make a decision. only thing fixed is well and feel the meaning of things.
Where do I'm going with this? Well, just another of those happen between last week and this. I explain:
People who know me for years knows that one way or the other half of the year always is terribly stressful for me: First test, then work, and always dancing. The dance that at this time is the function of the group where I am, and that means extra tests, extra tension-directors and teachers and students shouting and arguing for any little thing when stress can be cut with a knife in the trials. But this year was different ... hostilities began around October and came with fights back so that by the time April came we no longer bear it to each other.
not to make a long story short, one week before the show I lost my shirt uniform of the group. So missed. We looked in the dirty clothes in the laundry, in my dad's shirts, garment in the wardrobe, you mark my brother to Veracruz to see if it had not been taken ... everywhere. Nothing. I had to go to trial in the theater and the mere function with a similar shirt, but with the background that we discussed and just waiting for the guamazo.
And guamazo arrived: Two days after we conceded the teachers role-directors of the group of men from the group between week to tell us that we could not take classes at that time , Saturdays only (a friend even had the luxury of telling a "if you want ). To my good fortune at that time I was in a cafe with several of the girls of the trial and prevented their mother documented the teachers, or me depressed, or all of the above, but it was a very very time bitter .
words other words less, all pledged their unconditional support and talk to teachers as soon as they could ... although one or the other we had not seen any of them, as if they were hiding.
Luckily, yesterday I could be alone and I cried a little bit about this issue. The dance is very important to me and stop evil in this group and start looking for another is not something that excited me, but that shirt meant something big loss and could not ignore.
But yesterday I had to see one of the teachers in a situation not conducive to dialogue. Even so, without thinking, I told him we wanted to talk very fast to see how we dealt with this, and her tone very serene just said Then we talked. " And I know that we will turn around, just have to wait for the right time. Finally some light in the midst of all this mess.
We said goodbye and went home. And here, I started organizing my clothes to wear to work today, and getting my drawer chones saw a large black shape for trousers (or those of Bridget Jones). Have you guessed?
The beach ball was made, but there was . One piece, inexplicably stuck in where it should not be and where we repeatedly (the nice which is intended " Duh! There was always "I answer: In the drawer of the piglets? Is that I open every day? I would have noticed before, right?)
I said, I believe very much in the signs that life sends me. You sent me a rather bitter, let's see if this time, as well as the shirt came out of the midst of the piglets, the solution to our problem in the essay stands out from all the bad vibes of the past months and we favor all.
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Hearing: Enya - Book of days
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