What Happens When You Ask Life to Show You Another Way and Then Hate the Way It Answers?
A few days before I lost my job, I was sitting by the window of an airplane somewhere above the clouds, flying home from Bucharest.
I was anxious. Work had been weighing on me for some time, and I remember looking out of that tiny window and repeating something I had started saying to myself more and more:
Show me. Guide me. Use me. I’m listening. I’m at your service.
I don’t remember exactly how many times I said it, but I remember meaning it.
A few days later, I lost my job.
Apparently, I should have been more specific.
I can laugh at that now. At the time, I certainly wasn’t laughing.
And…
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