"Beware ... Life Coach out of Vortex in New York"

Dear readers,
One of the main reasons I wanted to start a blog, is because of a frequently asked question by my clients. This question is "so, you never feel bad anymore???"
It always shocks me imagining that they really think that, because the answer is "OF COURSE I FEEL BAD every once in a while"
But I can see how they would come to that conclusion.  Clients only see me when I am completely focused on them which always means I push myself in the best possible mood at that time.  Clients see my website which only talks about how wonderfull life really is - and it really is obviously, but I, just as you, do not see that always, all of the time.  People see me on seminars, in my suit, or completely relaxed during an early morning meditation session I'm holding.
So I get why they might think that I never feel bad anymore.  But that is not true!  Ask my husbant for that matter! :-)
What is true however, is of course, that I know what is happening when I get in a bad mood and that I know that it brings a message and that I know what to do to turn it around and make it a blessing.
But to humour you - and myself :-), I am going to share with you a little out of the Vortex moment from The Life Coach during a blizzard in New York.
We had spent some beautifull sunny days in Fort Lauderdale and were returing to Belgium that day, flying over Newark.  Our plain left at noon, so we were at the airport by 10am.  At checkin they asked us if we wanted to take an earlier flight, because the one we were on was delayed because of heavy snowfall in New York.  The lady assured us that Newark was staying open and that we could leave.  So we did.
After circuling above Newark for an hour because of the bad weather, we finally landed.  Arriving at the airport, everything was chaos, but like a miracle our flight was not cancelled and flying on time.  So at 6pm we embarked, feeling happy and well.
6 hours later however, we felt a little less well.  After having heard numorous announcements that we were going to leave in a minute, finally at 12pm our flight got cancelled.  Having seen every Harry Potter movie available, I myself was ready to hex somebody.
But I staid calm and zen (I am a very good lier, especially to myself).  A little blizzard and possibly an extra night an day in New York were not going to throw me out of my Vortex. (The truth being, I was already slightly out).
After half an hour of waiting (wasn't really more then a few minutes), when nobody made an announcement (which they obviously should have), I went to one of the ground-stewards, who friendly told me that the airport was closing and that we had to get in line to rebook our flight for he-did-not-know-when.  Or that we checked by phone or online, which was probably the best idea, he said.
Hearing this, I thought, we have to get out of here.  We're gonna take a cab to a hotel and come back tomorrow.  My vibe was still pretty much ok. (so I told myself).  Walking down the corridor, in a flash I realised I had left my newly bought, super-de-luxe, flashing red headphones on the plain.  I turned around to go back, only to be abrubtly stopped by one of the 'the terrorists are going to attack us'- police officer.  There was no way I was getting back in.
This sucked.
Calmly we walked to the entrance hall of the airport, (looked more like a stressed chicken running away from it's butchers) to look for a cab.  Given the snow, sadly, there were no cabs, but luckily, I saw a little bus picking up people for a hotel, so we quickly ran up there and asked the driver if there were any rooms available.  Again, another red flag, because the hotel was fully booked, but the kind man offered us a drive to the next terminal where there were telephones and lists available from all the hotels in the neighbourhood of the airport.  Finally a ray of light ... my spirits lifted (which you could never guess by the look on my face) and of we were again!
Entering the other terminal, we immediatly sensed that this was not the right place to be.  Desperate people where clinging on the telephones to trie and find ONE hotel that still had rooms available.  As you can guess, I was one of those idiots clinging to the phone.
My heart jumped up as -after the tenth NO- a voice finally said: yes, we do have rooms available ...
But it sunk back in my shoes when I heard him continuing: ... but we cannot pick you up from the airport.
I was turning green.
But me turning green and tumbling out of my Vortex, does not mean I am gonna give up!
I found out that we could get to the trainstation by monorail.  Fantastic, I thought, we're just gonna stay in New York City.  That's even better!
Again I had cheered a little bit to soon, as just as we had decided this, one of the monorails got blocked by the snow, so the only direction we could go was the terminal we came from.
Bart wanted to do this (he is faster in accepting situations than I am :-), but I staid focused on getting to New York.  And luckily I did that, because after a while, they decided tot use one monorail to go in both directions.
So we finally got on the train to New York.  Which was wonderfull, but I have to be honest with you.  Although it was working out pretty well, I was tired and feeling pretty low.  My ego started whining, I was cold and I wanted my headphones.
Arriving in NYC, we immediatly found a nice hotel and went to bed.
The morning after, my spirits were quite ok, but that -again- was not for long.  A few weeks earlier I had bought myself an Ipad.  So I went online to rebook our flight.  After a few annoying messages, basically saying that it was not possible to rebook online, my ego started whining again.  But there was another option: we could call Continental.  And so we did.  And believe it or not, but after having been held on hold for almost half an hour, the lady on the other side said to me when I was finally connected: I am sorry sir, this seems to be a bad line and I cannot properly hear you, so please call back.
I shouted NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  I CAN HEAR YOU PERFECTLY!!!!
But she had already gone.
Furiously I wanted to get back online to try and fix it there.  You'll never believe this but, my new bought Ipad, which was my new favorite toy, went dead on me.  No more life in it.  And NO REASON WHY (hèhè :-)
I was dumbstruck.  How could so many things go wrong?
My neck and shoulders were hurting.  I had been getting so stressed, it was high time to let go!
Bart said: let's have breakfast first.  Which we did.  And you can image in which foul mood I was.
Coming back to our room, Bart rang back to Continental and after another half an hour, learned that we had been automatically booked for the 6.30pm flight that same day.
FINALLY SOME GOOD NEWS!
But it was not over yet.
We boarded on time that evening and the captain announced our departure in a few minutes.
If this does not shock you, it absolutely shocked me as ...
on that very moment, a day after the airport had been closed and hundreds (maybe thousands) of people had stranded there, Customs decided that it was a good idea to unload that whole aircraft again and check the luggage.
Three hours later, we finally flew back to Belgium.

Why am I telling you this story?
Well, obviously because you can see that I, and every other life coach, teachter or whatever nametag you can use, am just a human being, with human emotions and still makes the same stupid mistakes as everybody else does.
But more importantly because of the lessons in this story.  The fact that:
* without all my mental rambling and resisting, the story could have been:
Luckily they held down the plain and shut down the airport so that nobody got hurt.  Thanks to that we had an extra day of shopping in New York.  The sun was shining brightly, the pavements were snowfree and it was the most beautifull day.  We bought some clothes (as we were standing there in our Fort Lauderdale T-shirts and slippers) and had a fantastic time.  We went back to the airport and counting our blessing we flew back home.
* we did have a fantastic time, even with my mental rambling
* due to my persistant focus, we did end up in a beautifull hotel, while a lot of people stayed overnight in the airport and had little or no sleep, let alone a beautifull day in New York.
* there is always room for expanding your ideas.  Why did I resist so much?  Certainly not because it really was that bad, because it wasn't!  And I even saw that in the middle of my rambling.  But you know what the thing is?
Expectation.
By learning to live more and more according to Law of Attraction and de 'knowledge' that you create your life the way you want it to, you expect that you decide the way it is gonna work out.  And you do not expect things 'going wrong' anymore.  And my internal fight was way more about the fact that 'this should not happen to me anymore', than the fact that is really was that bad.
It was not bad at all.
It was fantastic.
And I feel so blessed again to have received this beautifull lesson.
Contrast, I call it now, my new best friend, who teaches me the most profound lessons.
And of course, next time, on another occasion, I will again fall out of my Vortex.  And ramble again.
But my conscious voice has grown stronger again, which will make the insights come quicker and with more ease.  And that's what it's all about.
I wish you all big contrast,
with bigger visions of yourself,
and a quick and smooth ligning up with that new best vision of yourself.
Have a great day everybody!
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