Written by Lee Ann Monat
Monday, 21 May 2012 00:00
A little while back I wrote about packing and how unstressful it was (that did change a little bit) and the only thing I was slightly anxious about was wanting to go see Paul Gross in a play ("Packing Up is Hard to Do") before I leave for Scotland.
I Made It Happen
I'm trying to squeeze as much as I can manage into my last NYC days. I'm calling them all "friend-dates." My friends are what I will miss about living in this city...
This became one of the things I let go of. I put it out there...that if I was supposed to go, it would happen. No struggle or trying to push against the grain to achieve it. Simply saying "If I'm meant to go, it will work itself out."
And work itself out it did.
I had a scheduling revelation. After moving the majority of my life to CT this weekend, I came back to the city and went to a Sunday matinee with one of my favorite people, and fellow Paul Gross fan, Heather. This was indeed meant to be since it's sort of her fault that I am a bit addicted to this man's work. I never knew about Due South until Heather suggested I watch it. The rest is, well...let's just say I'm dealing with the problem.
We had a lovely day. The whole thing flowed effortlessly...
I arrived at the train station super early and decided to go buy hand cream at the pharmacy. As I walked through the entrance I heard my name and turned to see my friend Tomisha. I was speechless for a moment. You see, I had just been thinking about her and to further explain my astonishment, I very rarely run into people randomly. When I do there always seems to be a bit of magic around it...like it was just what I needed in that moment.
So I ended up having a double friend-date. As I sat and chatted with Tomisha in the New Jersey Transit waiting area (she had just missed a train and was waiting for another that departed around the same time as mine) I realized that this was most definitely meant to be. While I had been surprised to see her at first, in the end it was no surprise at all.
And then I went to New Jersey to meet Heather.
The sun was shining and I met a gorgeous dog named Milo...who I got to pet while he luxuriated in a cool green plant. That's how Heather found me. Crouching in the garden petting a dog. All was right with the world.
Waiting for Heather in the Sun
Princeton is lovely and the Theatre was so mellow. The day had such a serene "rightness" about it. I found it very appropriate for the turn my life is taking. Every time I separate myself from the city I can feel the difference inside of me. The calmness and the smiles return.
The play was totally whacky and colorful. It wasn't for everyone, being so quirky. But I love quirky. To make it even more worth-while, Paul Gross was on stage every minute...a total power house. Themes about finding your footing within the chaos of life and the end of childhood were woven throughout. Which I also found very fitting for all the life changes I'm implementing right now. I sort of feel like I'm graduating and going on to something new...another college-type experience. Although this time around it feels much more conscious of a choice...and much less worrisome.
Program for the Play
The reason why I'm talking about all this is that I have really been putting a lot of faith in manifesting lately. Putting things out there and relaxing into them. Whether it happens...or not. Combining action with letting go of the outcome. I find I am rarely surprised when these things come to fruition. It's a very relaxed way of being. And even though I still have moments of angst and worry, I can (usually) talk myself down. Usually ;) And more often than not...things turn out better than I could have planned.
Oh, and I had seat 8. I've written about my thing with 8's on here before ("Crazy Eights"). It's my lucky number. I used to see them more in Scotland...but ever since I made the commitment to go out there for an extended stay I've been seeing them everywhere. It's always a comfort.
Feels like destiny...