Want cheese with that?
So, yeah. How’s it going? How’s life?
Once again, I feel like I’m abandoning my little baby here but it’s not true. I am still around but going in a few directions and what creative energy I DO have is being let out on Practically Intuitive of late.
But I do happen to have a very fine ‘whine’ right here in my pocket – just for you.
As these things go, I follow nudges. For some reason, I’ve been drawn to checking out some old friends from when I lived in Richmond VA on Facebook. I found a couple and it was nice to connect up again.
I was so excited to find the woman who was like a personal hero to me back in the day. I used to babysit for her very young daughters and she and her husband (and girls) were like my family away from home.
(I moved to Richmond when I was 29 knowing no one. NO ONE. That was fun.)
I was there when they made the decision to separate and it felt like my own parents broke up. They did a great job of putting the girls first and never letting their own personal yuck get in the way of what their daughters needed. Well done, all the way around.
So, the girls are now 23 and 21 (yikes! where did the time go) and it was really nice to see pics of them all grown up. The youngest was like my own little baby and she called me “isa” for the longest time because she couldn’t say Lisa. I loved her.
Where’s the whine?
I friend the mom and am so excited to just say Hi! again and catch up. She accepts the friending but says *nothing* to me. Not even to answer my email. Maybe she feels I’m stalking her or something, I dunno. But it made me sort of sad that I have all these really nice memories of time spent with their family and she doesn’t even say hello.
Yes, another glass if you don’t mind
Then, I caught up with two other friends who were this hilarious couple we hung out with in Richmond. We had lots of fun with them goofing around and going on day trips and fondue nights. I was (again) so excited to see how their kids have grown and what they’re doing. Well, the first thing the woman half of the couple says to me is this: “I see your employment info says “Employed by Spirit – High Priestess of the Woo Woo” – you’re still Catholic, right????” in this weirdly frantic way. I wrote back nicely that I was of the “spiritual but not religious” bent and how I’m doing intuitive readings yada yada yada.
SLAM. That door was closed like a big dog. Wowza. And yes, I know. I’m sure I’m considered to be Satan’s handmaiden or whatever the fuck these people think of what I do. It was just so weird. I wasn’t even selling potions or anything. Yeesh.
And what have we learned?
You can’t go home again. Maybe this is the way it works all the time and I’m the goofball who doesn’t know that. It just felt shitty. Not big, hard-core shitty but that tiny little shitty you feel when no one wants to come over and play at your house.
That’s definitely not something I’d share at PI – God knows I bare my soul as it is over there but here on this blog I get to be “just Lisa” not “Lisa who aspires to be a spiritual teacher and HP of the Woo.” Just dorky old “no one wants to be my friend anymore so can I have a pity party please” Lisa.