I feel carried by the universe. I know this can sound a bit strange, but it is a kind of flow I’ve felt since October/November 2025.
The moment the managing couple and I had a talk about how things were going, everything changed in just a few hours. In the morning, I talked with her about my feeling that I would leave within a year. She told me she had the same feeling. We both sensed it would be around April ’26. I am always surprised by how incredibly intuitive she can be.
She said: “Be careful, because now you have set the wheels in motion, it can go very fast.” And it did, Gandalf, it did. (A loose and free translation from The Lord of the Rings, part 3 :-).
A few hours later, I had a chat with him. We shared a lot of personal stuff, which made me realize even more how sensitive he is. And… I know very well he will read this somehow, but I am going to say it anyway… I love this man. (Her too, by the way, before she thinks otherwise).
We talked about the fact that I had to turn over a lot of things to a colleague. To be honest, I had been worried for a long time about how and who could take over my work (I know it sounds a bit arrogant, but there are a lot of jobs there that I do not have the right character or skills for… e.g., helpdesk, sitting behind a computer for hours, and so on).
But I soon discovered that this colleague was a perfect fit for this. And maybe even better! So I felt relieved and supported, knowing the work was in safe hands. The company would not have any problem if I left.
And my chalet, my cabin in the woods—I felt I would sell it. I could feel it then. Suddenly, two close friends offered their help to do some odd jobs in my chalet. I was not looking forward to these small jobs… and that is an understatement. But with their help, it was fun and easy.
I felt supported.
I could stay at the place of a good friend, which made our friendship stronger. This has been the case with every friendship in this period, by the way. I could stay at multiple places. I had chats with those friends and we just all came closer.
I felt carried by more friends than I realized I had. It made me thankful.
I spoke with my family, my brothers and sister. Overall, they just felt that I must do what makes me happy. And if that meant quitting work, selling my chalet, and leaving the country for a while, then that was okay. They just wanted me to be happy. And truth be told, I was slowly getting more and more unhappy with my current situation.
But I was supported by them.
When I told my landowner I wanted to sell my place, I feared it would take time, even months, before I would get a good price, considering the additional work I still had to do. But this landowner wanted to buy my chalet himself. Not for the absolute top price, but enough for me to bite. He told me he would take it for a certain price AS IS. No additional work or costs. Even when I asked if he could pay a certain amount in advance—which is unusual in these cases—he just agreed.
Gratitude is what I felt again.
Then the managing couple told me they wanted me to stop working at the very beginning of March. At first, I thought: “What the fuck is happening now?” But after a moment, I realized it would give me the entire month of March to do all the things I needed time for: taxes, the dentist, friends, sifting through my things again.
What a gift! Thanks!
And the black cat named Chupi, who sometimes came running to me in the dark when she heard my car parking. I lifted her up and carried her to the front door. I am again incredibly thankful for her presence.
I am blessed.
So many small things happened that I might have forgotten as I write this down. But the whole time I felt like the Tarot card mentioned above, which I got from another colleague who had the perfect visualization for how I felt. And do I need to say that in that company, many people work who live in my heart, whom I love? Yes, sometimes it needs to be said. Guys, I love you all, each in his or her own way.
Oooh, aaah, I almost forgot the”Passport Affair” (previous blog item), which swept the ground from beneath my feet. All this flow leading to something, and then a stupid mistake of mine, where I was so focused on just NOT letting THAT happen… and then it DID happen. That was a moment of serious panic and doubt. But wonder of wonders—THAT was a true miracle to me, a sign that I am carried.
But back to the Tarot card:
That is how I felt… leaving everything behind, because the glass bridge would not hold all that stuff. I just had to walk over this almost unseen, transparent bridge, trusting that I would be carried by something far greater and more intelligent than I am (well, that is not that hard to do! ;-)).
I feel carried, blessed, and I am grateful for that.