Around 3:30 pm the Manager came up and asked if I could come into the office. When I arrived he told me that I hadn’t been following the correct procedures when it came to my work and that he had discussed the situation with the Regional Manager. He said that management had been dissatisfied with my performance of late and because I wasn’t following procedures, I was being terminated from my position as Office Assistant/Care Taker. This of course meant that I was not only losing my job, I was also losing my home AGAIN!
I was in a state of shock and tried to plead my case that I was doing the best I could considering the fact that I was in pain due to the back injury. After everything was said and done, I went up to my apartment and burst into tears. My whole world was being rocked yet again. I couldn’t believe this was happening, yet a part of me was expecting it. Besides the tensions at work, the stressful relationship with Grant and the severe back pain, I was practically in tears on a daily basis. I remember one day standing in the middle of my apartment in tears praying for an end. I literally said, “I can’t take this anymore,” and I suppose this was the Universe’s way of releasing me from the situation.
The following day was a day of reflection. I couldn’t sleep and finally got up around 1:00 am and read Marc Allen’s book, The Magical Path. I read about creating your ideal scene and I began to jot down what that looked like for me in my notebook. I wrote at the top of the page – IDEAL SCENE – March 18, 2018. What did I want my life to look like in five years? I wrote it all down, my biggest dreams and goals.
As I continued to write, somehow I felt better. I wrote my dreams and goals as affirmations. I knew I could create the life of my dreams. I had done it before so I knew I could do it again. As the early morning hours passed, I began to gain clarity on the situation and realized when I was first asked how long I could commit to this job I said one year and that is precisely what it was. Also while writing out my work schedule in my calendar, I only wrote it through the end of March and that is when it ended. Somehow subconsciously I knew, but it didn’t mean it made the reality any easier.