Small miracles do happen…

I’ve been struck down for four days now with the bug that’s going around these days…Someone said this was the time of the year most people got ill because the schools start and children exchange bugs etc….Hmmm why is it that then all single or childless people I know are ill and the parents are well?

I would have fought it if I wasn’t so tired from work and other things. Despite the tube strike in London I went to work on Tuesday from 6 in the morning till 8 in the evening. It was the day we were due to complete on the lease of our new office. By the end of the day it wasn’t complete but still the landlord’s agent agreed to release the keys to me – which apparently is close to a miracle as our solicitor said in disbelief…

About three months ago I started working with a business coach. One of the first things I did was to set out my personal goals for the short, medium and long term stretching from 1-3 months to 3 years. I don’t want to spell these out for fear of jinxing them but all I wanted to say that most of those goals I wrote down I’ve already accomplished or am on the way to do so…even those I could not resolve for years…even those I had given up hope…When I think about it logically, I realise that writing my goals down made me more open to signs that would direct me to them or give a chance to people previously would not have featured in my life…But when I let go of the logic, I am amazed by the miracle that’s happening around me.

I was negotiating with a potential business partner last week. The day after I thought we agreed that my company would lead on a bid and they would sub-contract to us, he wrote an email implying that they would lead. I spent that night restless with my trust in people and their word shattered a little more…I woke up to find that not only he’d written the bid document (and very well to boot) but also he’d responded to my email reminding him our agreement saying he couldn’t remember what we’d agreed and hence his ambiguous email, but he was absolutely happy with us leading. His quick turn around and doing the work for me when I was ill is truly nothing short of a miracle.

I got driven home by a lady black cab driver the other night who asked me if I was Turkish. I asked her how she guessed and she said “Turkish women speak English with this soft voice in a sing song tone”. How sweet. It turns out she had lived in Istanbul in the early 70s having married a Turkish man. Despite divorcing since, she’d kept his surname and expected everyone else to make the effort to pronounce it correctly. This gave me renewed energy to carry on demanding the same rather than giving up using my surname whenever I can avoid it as I’ve been doing lately. If she can carry it so indignantly so can I. This is not much of a miracle but made me happy nonetheless.

Then there is love…now that’s the biggest miracle of all…and, yes, I think it’s here.