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About Dentists, Disillusions & Delight

It was a week of strange notifications.

First, I received an email about my heavenly dentist. I am not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it here, but he is gorgeous! And also a very good dentist.

I never mind going there. I did mind when a few years ago he told me it was a good idea if I’d just come in “once a year instead of twice, because you have such great teeth, there’s never anything wrong.”

Honest, yes. Disappointing even more so.

Imagine the tenfold of such a disappointment when I read the email his assistant sent me, about all his Tuesday clients being moved to another dentist.

Somewhere two nights later I woke up and felt my sorrows transform into glorious hope as I realised his Tuesday clients were moved.

The next day I changed my appointment (for May 2022, imagine my thoroughness!) from a Tuesday to a Thursday.

Result: I was a happy dental camper again, looking forward to my next check-up, and felt a little high over my clever solution to keep my yummy dentist.

As it turned out, I needed this high, because it’s what’s gotten me through the past week.

Anyone who has had cancer or who knows someone who has had any form of this illness, can probably relate to the fear of it returning with practically every cough or sneeze.

Anyone who’s ever had their blood checked can probably relate to a certain level of panic when you receive the results on the same day as you went in to get tested.

My mum’s had cancer ten years ago.She has check-ups every year and so far, they’ve always been negative (or positive for us).

This year, she also had some blood taken and that’s where all the bells and whistles went off.

Bad news travels at the speed of light, good news at the speed of molasses

Tracy Morgan

Her GP personally made sure she got an appointment in the hospital ASAP this week – the oncology and haematology department.

That’s when I knew she was going to die.

Her test results are not 100% conclusive, but the specialist said it was very likely a form of chronic leukemia. Not the nicest news, but…

Even if this form isn’t curable it is treatable. She could, potentially, still make it to 100 with it.

Safe to say this, despite the shadowy nature of the news, it was still MUCH better than anything my mind came up with.

So, I was ready to end my week on a mid-high, with my mum not dying and my personal dentist success.

Why is it that siblings always have to ruin everything ?

When I told her about Mr. Dreamy Dentist, my sister asked me if I’d looked him up on social media already.

I should have known better than to fall for that…

I learned that my dreamy dentist is absolutely nothing like the person my mind’s made him up to be. In fact, he’s not half as interesting as I thought he was!

Actually, my findings have made me look at him from a completely different point of view – and it’s not a good one!

What a massive turn-off that was. Oof!

Thank goodness I never acted on my infatuation: we are a mismatch made in every place but heaven, I’d say!

To make up for this new disillusion I slapped my sister – accidentally right on her injection mark (she got her second anti-COVID shot today).

Oops!

Then again: no good deed goes unpunished.


How was your week? Any dreams gone up in smoke? Or did they become real?

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About Manifesting And More

It first happened a few weeks ago.

I was more than ready to throw the towel in the ring and call it quits on my coaching business; who was I kidding? I’d surely never have another paying customer again!

In fact, I had given myself until the end of this year to get one client, or else I’d end the existence of my business on January 1st.

Or 2nd, probably, seeing as everything is always closed on New Year’s Day.

My business coach (I am currently enrolled in a programme trying to figure out how this “running your own business”-thing works) tried to talk some courage (read: sense) into me.

She even went as far as to congratulate me: “You are now really a business owner, an entrepreneur,” she exclaimed. And then she had the audacity to – literally – applaud me for the pain I was going through.

“It’s all part of the process” – Eugh. Where have I heard that before?

(Hint: that was in coaching school. And that teacher had been right)

Anyway, that’s when I heard about alignment, inner beings and manifesting.

Basically, according to the Universal Law of Attraction, we can get anything we want, as long as we believe in it. If we believe it can happen, no matter how, when or where, we can attract anything we wish for in our lives.

(That’s the short version, for more info on manifesting and the Law of Attraction I highly recommend spending some time on Google on a lazy – and possibly rainy – Sunday afternoon)

All that we are is a result of what we have thought

Buddha

So I did the unthinkable. Which is kind of my thing, but still.

What I did was this: I sat for a bit, alone in my room, and just shouted internally: “I want a client! I WANT A CLIENT!!”

Clients don’t fall from skies, I know, and just wanting something alone won’t make it happen per se.

But here’s where it gets a bit… odd.

Also a few weeks ago I entered an online challenge to learn Google Ads, my best friend and forever nemesis in one (it’s possible).

I did everything I was taught and more, and after a while I had created an online ad to attract more traffic to my renewed website – first get the data before you can measure the data.

However… Google kept saying the ad wasn’t showing. All zeros: zero shows, zero clicks, zero costs.

Zero clients.

I did everything I could, searched all over the web, but failed to find a solution for my problem. Switching the ad off and on and off again did nothing; the zeros remained.

Until I checked my billing info, where it said my ad had generated over 100 clicks within a few days… Whut?

Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get.

Dale Carnegie

So, somehow, my ad was working, even if the results were not showing (this issue is still to be resolved by Google).

Here’s the breakdown: as I was shouting at the Universe that all I wanted were clients, my underdeveloped online ad was silently luring people to my website. My website, that I had just renewed with the helps of my business coach to speak more to my ideal client. Really grab their attention.

And somehow, some of those people stuck around.

On the same day my frustrations were growing so intense I was counting down the months to go before I could call it quits, I got an email request from someone who’s now my client.

Coincidence?

They are the first of three. In three weeks’ time.

Have I suddenly made it as a coach? Am I suddenly successful? Nope, nowhere near.

But I am on my way again.

And I have learned something: maybe this whole manifesting what you want isn’t such a crazy idea. Perhaps there’s actually some truth in it.

Plus, truth or not, at least there’s no harm in trying.

I’ve stocked up on 10 tests and 10 special binders for my clients. Let’s see if I can manifest all of them to be used up before the end of this year 😉


Do you believe in the Law of Attraction and manifesting your wants? Or do you have other ways of dealing with frustrations and desires? Let me know in a comment!

Letters to Life

Letters to Life (66)

Dear Life,

It’s been a while. I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting, but I’m here now.

Who am I kidding? I know I cannot fool you, Life! But even if those words aren’t mine, they seem appropriate to open this long overdue letter.

Plans, Life. Plans!

Let’s talk about them.

How come I have tons of them, but hardly ever one seems to lead to accomplishment?

Is this the reason why my head is full? That I experience problems falling asleep?

Are they the reason I wake up at 5:19 am every morning?

Is my insomnia better at realising plans than my conscious self?!

If only it was up to my head, Life, you’d look completely different for me.

Although I wonder if that’s a good thing…

Plans are nothing, planning is everything

Dwight D. Eisenhower

For instance, take the Dutch weather lately, (which has been exactly what we always complain about: cold and wet).

I have never used my winter jacket for as long as I have this year, and the weather’s only picked up since a day or two…

What I mean is: if us humans, or at the very least us Dutchies, could plan the weather, we’d never see another droplet of rain. Our farm fields would go to waste, all the water we’re so proud of conquering would dry up and we’d be even more miserable than we imagine we are right now.

You poorly combine with making plans, Life. Because you always seem to give me something else to deal with first, before doing what I feel I must to accomplish what I want.

Be it frustration or surprise, perhaps it’s not all that bad when you don’t give me what I want.

Because in the end, you always give me what I need. And that is, albeit unplanned, more valuable.

So thank you.

For being mine the way you are.


The origin of the opening words:

How do you go about planning your life? Does it work for you? Let me know in a comment ↓

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Is This The End?

Okay, so, here I am. With lots of new ideas (I even made a brainstorm-thingy!) and actually sitting down to breathe some life back into my blog.

And all I find is an infuriating block editor… What the […] am I to do with this?!

Has anyone got any ideas on how to go back to the classic editor, apart from downloading plugins or creating a “classic block” or any of the other 100 free ideas I’ve spent this whole afternoon trying (and that don’t work)?

Even the trick of saving a post as a concept and then editing it under “classic editor” doesn’t work any more. I’m so confused! And lost!

And angry! It’s as if all the blocks are working against me! Nothing works the way I want it to, it’s frustrating me! :O

Or could this be really the end of my personal blog? Is this the Universe trying to tell me to stop mucking about and pull the plug already?

I mean, if every post is going to be a battle with WordPress, why bother?

I was only away for 2,5 months! How come everything’s changed!? O_O

And if I stop using WordPress Free, where does that leave me? Do I change my business blog into English and more personal and hopefully meet you all there?

But how’s that going to get me new clients if my business is all-Dutch?

Or do I just stop writing for fun altogether?

I’ve got so many questions and no answers! Oof, I need some tea and chocolate to process all this…

How are you all doing this? Have you found a way to work with the block editor or were you successful at reverting to the classic one?

Please let me know 🙂

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About Missing Pieces And Fulfilment

“The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity”Douglas Horton


You know you have changed as a person when you’ve passed a life test with flying colours. A test that, years ago, you’d never have succeeded in finishing, for the simple fact that there was (literally) a piece missing.

Are you ready for a little paradox?

Over the Christmas holidays, me and my mother took it upon us to finish a puzzle of 1,000 pieces. Don’t ask me why, because neither one of us is into jigsaws, yet we thought this would be a fun challenge.

We started on Christmas Eve and a few weeks later (we didn’t work on it every day), this was the end result:

It feels like I spent hours looking for that missing piece, but I failed to find it. It could be anywhere or nowhere at all (maybe it wasn’t even in the box to begin with, who knows?). In reality, though, I’d given up my search in about ten minutes.

The absence of this one meagre puzzle piece would have felt like a thorn in my old self’s eye and I wouldn’t have been able to step over it for days, weeks maybe. Perhaps I’d never have been able to really accept the frustrating fact that one lousy piece was missing – a failure, even if 999 pieces are in place, the annoyance of that one piece missing would instantaneously destroy any feelings of success.

The new me sighed it off after a mere few minutes and carried on with her life. There’s more important things to worry about, I thought.

That’s your paradox right there: that one piece missing from the jigsaw is also a lost piece I’ve found in my personality. I’ve grown.

That silly we’ll-never-do-that-again* puzzle might be unfinishable, I am working on my own personal completion, one piece at a time.

How have your holidays been? Any pieces you’ve added to your own puzzle?

 

 

 

*My mum’s birthday is coming up and as a surprise gift I’ve ordered a custom made jigsaw, another astonishing 1,000 pieces, of her grandchildren. I’m afraid we’ll actually do it all again, but I hope this time we won’t be missing any bits

PS: I am slowly coming back to life and I’ve put “WP” in my journal. That’s code for “I hope to make time this week to read up on all if your blogs” (finally)!