Spotting green again

A few weeks ago, having resigned and left work, I decided on a last minute trip to Asia to visit my parents.  They have very little in way of support and it had been around 8 months since I last saw them.

I boarded the plane from London Heathrow and made my way to row 33 – it was a very full flight with approximately 200 passengers.  I found my seat and the passenger next to me had a head full of green hair!  It is simply amazing, the power of manifestation!

I (almost) manifested a new house

My husband and  I have been talking about upsizing our home for a while now.

I took our a piece of paper and wrote down what our ideal home would look like – 6 beds, 4 bathrooms, south-facing garden, good neighbourhood…etc

We worked out a budget and agreed to check out our local agent to see if they had any properties which would fit the bill.

The agent showed us a number of houses they had on their portfolio and one immediately stood out.  We knew the street well and the house as in the heart of our local village.  The price was exactly at the top end of our budget but we arranged a viewing anyway.

It was a beautiful house, newly extended, had enough rooms and bathrooms (though shy of my vision-list), a south facing garden and a quick walk to the village.  I could see my parents visiting us there.  The main downside was that it had an ugly-facade.  Simply terrible.  With a garage door that opened outward onto the driveway – which meant cars had to be moved in order for the garage door to be opened. Plus, it had no side access.  We would have to leave the bins out front. With no side access, we would have to bring anything garden-related through the house via the front door.

Buying this house would eat us up of our entire savings.  Were we really up for such a financial risk?

I prayed and asked for guidance on this.  I kept seeing numbers 11 or 111 or 11.11 everywhere.

We put in a low offer on the house and waited with bated breath.  The seller was out of the country.

As we drove by the house the next day, I said to my husband, do we even know what the house number is??

Guess what folks, it was 11.

I saw it as a sign that it was meant to be ours.  But the seller countered our offer.

That night, we mulled over the offer price and what it would mean to us financially.  We would have used up our entire savings on a less than perfect house.  The ugly facade, no-side access, the bins out front, the garage door, the small driveway… these were such big deal-breakers, than we decided not to meet the seller’s counter-offer.

It was a difficult decision, but I’ve gone back to my vision board with a clear list of what I would like in our dream home.  Who knows, it might still be a house number 11.


My dream job

My life is filled with abundance – love, joy, health, wealth, career opportunities and progression, good team at work, good friends and a loving family.

I am enjoying my dream job.  I have a short commute to work.  My bosses and colleagues are good, caring, supportive, helpful, friendly and kind.  The firm I work for is supporting of working parents and encourage flexible hours so that we can achieve a good work-life balance.

I am well rewarded and remunerated for my role as finance director.  I get many opportunities to enhance and expand my skill-sets through training and conferences.  I really am enjoying my work and I get to travel to Asia, Australia and the US – which is also a great opportunities to catch up with friends and family who reside there.  How lucky am I?

My firm is sponsoring me to attend a course at Harvard as they have the foresight of benefits such a participation would bring me, which translates into an experienced, knowledgeable pool of staff.  We are only as strong as the people they employ.

I an extremely grateful for this exciting career opportunity.


I had the strangest of dreams.

In real life, I am suffering from winter fatigue (anyone else?).  I dreamed that I met one of my childhood friends for coffee and she said her mum told me to use citronella for energy.

Back to real life again.  I woke up feeling tired and thought it was strange that I had dreamed of said friend whom I hadn’t heard from in a while.  Anyway, I had a massage booked later that day.  As the therapist starting rubbing massage oil onto my back, I smelt it.  The therapist confirmed it was citronella oil.

Bizarre to say the least!

Green hair

A few weeks ago, my husband and I were in deep discussion about life and our future plans – career, healthy lifestyle goals, buying a bigger house, travels.  We both acknowledged that it is easy to let fear limit our hopes.  We talked about all that we have achieved in our lives thus far – tough exams, buying our current home within two years of getting married, always being blessed to be in well-paying jobs.. the list is endless.

What is stopping us from envisaging more for ourselves in the coming years? I want to continue learning and dream of attending a course at Harvard, we both want a study, playroom and music room in our new house and we would love to visit China, India and Japan.

Feeling gratitude for all our achievements and experiences to date, it felt good to put our wishes out there to the universe.  It’s a bit like new year resolutions.  You are bound to follow through if you shared your resolutions with someone.

I can already feel actions are in motion to get us closer to our new wishes and dreams but my husband needed a bit of convincing.   I said to him to look our for a girl with green hair during the week.  I pictured bright green hair, in amongst dull wintry greyness.

On Tuesday, as I was heading down the escalator, I spotted a girl with green hair!  The next day as I got into the Tube, I see two ladies opposite me.  One with a green beanie hat.  The other wearing a khaki parka with neon green fur!  On Thursday morning, my husband sent me a text which read ‘I’ve just spotted a girl with green hair’.

A happy coincidence? It sure makes me look forward to Harvard!


Memories of Crete

I must have been around 16 when I promised myself, I would visit Greece by the time I was 25.  Growing up, I just knew my destiny laid way beyond my little home town in Asia.   My mum had a saying in our local language, which loosely translated to, ‘You’d sell the world’.  I was charming, had the gift of the gab and my mum knew long before I did, that I was destined for bigger and better (her words).

At the age of 23, I landed my first job upon graduating, and the first order of the day was a 2 week training course in… you guessed it, Greece. (I have only very recently realised I had manifested this dream into reality!).

The training course in Crete had participants from all over Europe and I got on especially well with the Dutch team.  It must have been the second or third evening.  My friend Breda and I were chatting over drinks when she waved over a colleague who was in her class.  He came with a friend and we exchanged introductions, but I didn’t give his friend a second glance.  I must have been away with the fairies, for when I did look up again, I was smitten! Edwin and I became good friends over the two week period and he introduced me to his other Dutch colleagues, all of whom very lovely.   The training course was quite intense – we were in class from 8am to 6pm daily (with a 2 hour break in between) and the daily evening ritual started with dinner, then drinks by the poolside, followed by more drinks and dancing at the local club ‘The Paradise Bar’.  I was a teetotaler back then but I probably had twice as much fun.  Living La Vida Loca (Ricky Martin) and I’m Blue (Eiffel 65) became our party anthem.

The training course took place at a lovely resort. The route leading to the Paradise Bar entailed walking down a very steep hill which needed careful navigating on the return trip back to the resort! One very strong colleague and friend was even known to give piggyback rides to the boys who were a tad legless after a night out, up that very same hill.

We had both Saturday and Sunday off the first weekend and a tour into Crete was organised for those who fancied a bit of culture.  It had been a long week, so understandable quite a few of my colleagues decided to lounge by the pool/on the beach.  But not I, who had dreamed of Greece since the age of 16!  We had a fantastic tour guide on the coach who regaled us with Greek myths, we visited two museums, followed by a stop in the town centre for a browse and coffee.  I had photos from the trip filed away somewhere which I must dig out soon.

We were assigned a project one day – to design a car poster, with a catchy marketing slogan.  There must have been four people in my team, but my memory fails me for I only remember Piotr from the Warsaw office, who had a brilliant idea.  We had found two pictures from a magazine.  One with a guy flanked by two models.  The other, a picture of three luxury cars.  Our poster started with the words ‘If you think there is only one thing on a guy’s mind’, followed by the picture of the guy and the models, and the words ‘Think Again’, concluded with the pictures of the car.  Our team were done in an hour and we had the afternoon off! We found out later that evening that our team had won the competition!

My two week stint in Crete was over in a blink.  I networked every day, made new friends and just felt blessed at the opportunity to realise the dream I had held since my teen.

I must say I was rather ballsy back then.  I had developed a bad cough towards the end of my stay.  On the flight from Athens to London, I was assigned a seat in the smoking area.  My cough got so bad that I actually had the temerity to ask someone to stop smoking.  Needless to say, I was quickly re-assigned a seat in the non-smoking section.

Edwin and I promised to stay in touch and we did for several years. When he heard my friends and I were visiting Amsterdam the following year, he met us for dinner and drinks (a story for another day).

My husband and I have made a pact that we would visit a new country every year from 2018.  He has never been to Greece and I would love to visit Santorini.  Here’s to making this dream come true too.