For those of you that have been following my blog you know I have been floating around in limbo for a while as I try to recover from the “parent years” and also as I struggle to find my place in the world. Many of you know I also spent 8 years in Greece where I grew up.
I have a job. Its a job. I don’t hate it and I don’t love it. Right now it pays the bills. At least it gives me a reason to get out of bed every morning while I am in school and while I continue to work out where I am going in life. But I also have been thinking that me working here in this hotel is pointless. There is no meaning to it. Literally no point except to keep from starving. In other words there is no growth and this is very insignificant in my life.
I was wrong. Synchronicity is a mysterious thing and it often shows up in the most unlikely places.
Greece….yes I grew up there and then when I left it was like I had never existed there or anywhere. I missed my friends I had there. I missed everything about it. And when I left I didn’t have contact with anyone. They all just disappeared in my life. This was before Facebook. It was before cell phones. It was before I was an adult and had a say about any aspect of my life. I mourned for years. I mourned the girl that ceased to exist and I mourned my life there and most of all I mourned my friends. Literally for several years I would cry myself to sleep as I listened to my UFO cassette in my dual cassette player (which at the time was state of the art).
A few years ago Facebook came into my life and with it many of my friends from Greece. I was elated and thrilled to know everyone remembered me. I didn’t disappear. I had continued to exist in the mind and memories of all my friends I left behind. These friends were grown, married, educated and had children of their own. Life went on but I was never forgotten.
But there are still a few out there that I wonder….where are they? Are they well? Are they happy? Do I live in their memories as they have continued to thrive in mine?
Yesterday as I looked over the guest registry I saw a name Mattson. Immediately I thought of one of those dear friends I had no way of finding or contacting. His name was Derek Mattson and we were part of a group as kids often are. I looked back on him with fondness because he was one of those really nice guys and he and I would talk and laugh for hours.
The guest came down to talk about his check out and when he took off his hat I knew it was my friend. I hesitated and watched him walk out to ski. I told my coworkers and my husband and then I knew I had some old pictures on my Facebook page so I brought them up. Upon looking at the pictures I was certain but still I hesitated. I then asked my husband to look at them and he immediately laughed and said…”Oh yes…that is him”.
What are the odds? Of all places to find each other!! So I waited on pins and needles for he and his girlfriend to come back from skiing and finally he walked in. As I handed him his key I asked him if he had ever lived in Greece. He then looked at me intensely while he stammered over a yes and then he smiled. He remembered. He remembered me.
If the only reason I am working here at this hotel was to run into Derek then I am satisfied and confident I needed to be here doing exactly what I am doing. There are no accidents. I thank the Universe for putting me right here no matter how much I kicked and screamed.
Synchronicity is indeed a funny thing. But this single event has reinforced what I have been trying to understand for a while now. Yes…we have free will…and sometimes it works out and sometimes not so much. Intuition though…that is your road map. If you just listen to that voice inside even if you don’t want to things work out exactly how they should and often time it is magical.
We did not have much time but I hope to see him in April when I go for my end of school year retreat. We have so much to catch up on.
I got pictures of he and I and was so excited to post them on Facebook to put a shout out to other friends so they could see who I ran into. As I was trying to upload them onto Facebook all of a sudden my phone went berserk and has not stopped since. If I am to pay attention to my intuition it is telling me there is absolutely a reason for this. I have a few ideas but nothing I feel like sharing. So I have to accept this situation for now while I try to fix my phone or figure out how to save the pictures and contacts on it.
I finally got the pictures:
Now if I could just find the McCarthy’s I will be satisfied I have found everyone….or at least close enough.