Gentle Reader
This week I have become somewhat obsessed with Abraham's path of least resistance. I'm not sure I am going to go on and demonstrate that in this week's Newsy Newsletter. I will let you find it between the lines perhaps.
What I will say is this. My middle nephew propositioned me with coming to stay in his flat for two weeks over Easter while he and his girlfriend are on holiday in the States. His cat, Fish, needs an au pair and he thought I might be perfect.
While I was vacillating and pondering whether this was Abraham's easy path, not least because the first night he needs me is the first night I vacate my current house-sitting gig (!), a ginger tom cat came and sat on my garden fence. He does that most days but he normally immediately hops down into my garden and goes about his business. As I write that I realise that's probably precisely what he's doing. Sorry to bring that image to mind!
But not today. Today he sat on the fence for a long time and stared at me through the window as if to say "What on earth are you on, Judith? This is a gift from me and Fish. Get a grip and say yes to your neph!" I haven't yet, but I am taking his wise counsel under advisement.
Cats know their shiz. Cats are spooky. Message from Catworld received and understood.
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Keepin' It Real
I have a friend who has made it her life's work to stop me believing my own publicity. Some of you have met her and know of whom I speak. She has a very dark properly British sense of humour which includes taking the **** out of me. Luckily, like the woman who I regard as my harshest critic, I know they both have my best interests at heart. It is done with love.
One of the funniest incidences of my BF's humour goes back to 2005 when I was a speaker at a conference which lasted several days. If you were a delegate you could, if you wished, pay (I think it was) an additional £65 to sit next to me at dinner the night before the whole shooting match kicked off. Not just me, all the speakers.
And my friend was heard to remark - immortally - "I can have dinner with you any night of my life for free. And it's worth every penny!"
Oh, how we laughed. Fortunately. It's the way she tells 'em.
This week, something similar flooded into my inbox. I think I have changed one word to improve the story slightly. Editor's privilege.
Email #1 from complete stranger
Hi Judith,
I just found you online and believe you could be exactly the coach I've been looking for to help me take my life and career to the next level. I am looking to reinvent myself and feel now is the time! How do I get an appointment with you so we can see if this is a good fit?
My reply:
Hi S, Book yourself in at my online diary: [LINK to online diary] and if you don't see any slots which suit your diary, then let me know. They are Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons at 2 or 3. If you can't book them, it's because they are booked already. If you prefer evenings and weekends, just send me some dates and times you could do.
I prefer to do them on FB Messenger these days (second choice Skype). If you are on FB do please hit me up with a friend request, I am [LINK to Facebook profile] and that'll facilitate that.
If not, then I will need your Skype name, or you can add me as a contact there where I am [LINK to Skype name]
Speak soon.
Email #2
Thanks, Judith, can I just double check you offer face to face coaching if we were to go ahead following the initial consultation?
My reply to that one:
Hi S, no I never do that. I work exclusively online as I travel the world. And have done for nearly two decades. Is that a problem for you? Judith
Her reply?
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Crickets.
Between 12.42 and 13.21 on Monday I went from THE coach to someone not deserving of a reply. Hero to zero.
Keeping' it real.
My BF would be proud.
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Ongoing Adventures with Esther and Abraham
This week I bought myself a prezzie, a set of cards by Esther and Jerry Hicks called Money, and the Law of Attraction. I have no idea why I bought the cards instead of the easier-to-manage-for-a-digital-nomad app, but there you go. Sometimes bright women do stupid things.
They are lovely. And heavy.
I took them out of the box and shuffled them. No mean feat. And I have been enjoying them daily ever since.
I pulled one for you today and it is a really interesting one which says Money Isn't Everything, but...
"You are right when you think, Money isn't everything. You certainly do not need money to have joy in your experience. But in your society - where so much of what you live is tied to money in some way - most of you associate money with freedom. And since freedom is a basic tenet of your being, then coming into alignment with money will help you establish a balanced footing that will be of value to you in all other aspects of your experience."
That's an interesting idea, isn't it?
Coming into alignment with money will help you establish a balanced footing that will be of value to you in ALL other aspects of your experience.
Some people I know may just have read a reason for coming into alignment with money. If you are one of those and you'd like me to help with that, just say the word.
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Northern Equator Gal
In case you didn't see it this week on Facebook, here is a Note wot I wrote:
Today I have been thinking about hemispheres, the two halves of our planet. My podcast partner is in Australia today, I have friends/clients in New Zealand right now, and the owners of this house where I am living until next month are wintering (summering?) in Argentina.
And as I lay in bed this morning and pondered hemispheres triggered, no doubt, by events in NZ, I realised that although I have travelled extensively all my life and been to nearly forty countries, none of them, NONE OF THEM, are in the Southern Hemisphere. That’s just weird, isn’t it?
I got to wondering why that might be.
- South America - I don’t speak any latin languages. Except Latin.
- India - too scary for a single white female travelling alone
- Africa - see India
- Australia - much too far away unless I pay £12,000 and the rest to go on one of those planes where you basically check into a luxury hotel room for the duration. Wake me up an hour before Sydney please so I may emerge looking gorgeous, well rested and fragrantly showered. Bring the chauffeur round.
- New Zealand - completely out of the question unless I am already in Australia, then no problem. Pond-hopping relatively speaking.
I do feel VERY European in every sense, always have, always will. As a Londoner, I instantly feel at home in any major European city or culture which is thousands of years old and chock full of cosmopolitan goings-on and stonking architecture. I do have a couple of Euro languages at my vague (and getting vaguer) disposal thanks to a half-decent education in England, and further study and travels in my adult life.
I have no desire and no curiosity to visit the places I haven’t been to. I know, for a traveller that is a very odd thing to say.
Continue reading here
Until next time
Judith
x
PS EVERY time I proofread this just served to remind me what a numpty I was being. So I've said yes to Fish and my neph and he's investigating visitor parking for me on his street while he's away.
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