There are times when life surprises me to the point that I’m left speechless, breathless even. Maybe I should say it’s people who manage to bring these moments of awe and sheer surprise. Still, with all my preaching that your life is a result of choices you make, that luck is just what you build it to be (one little brave action at a time), I can’t help but notice synchronicities at the oddest of times.
You think of someone, wonder how they’re doing, if maybe in their little corner of the universe there’s some even tinier space that holds thoughts of you. But you brush the ideas away. It’s easy to let your thoughts get away from you, to cling onto anything that may hold the most minute of promises of positivity when you’re at your lowest low. Then out of the blue you get a text from that very person, them reaching out exactly when you need it, precisely the way you need it. Yeah, that’s synchronicity, don’t you think?
How about when you kick off a chat with someone, just on a whim or maybe because you felt pretty fearless after one glass of wine too many; then you find yourself hours deep in a conversation that might as well go on for an entire night because you realise you have too many things in common to count. So you can’t help but wonder where the hell this person had been hiding until that point in time. Did that ever happen to you? No? Well, you’re missing out.
I’ve had the privilege of experiencing this a handful of times so far – the connection that results isn’t necessarily one with a romantic nuance to it, but it is one that hits you with extra strength. If ever you stumble onto it, don’t pass by like it’s the easiest thing in the world to find something remotely similar again. In what feels like a society which enables true connection less and less, you can’t afford to let it slip by when it turns up right in front of you.
I ended up back to the idea of connections, almost like a full circle. Maybe synchronicities are more under our control than we imagine. Without the courage to reach out to the other person, there’s no room for them. Without the courage to take action, even when the possible response you might receive is frightening, there’s no awe.
I still get questions from people that are just getting to know me, or even from people that have known me for years but haven’t checked in on me in a while: “So, you write a blog, huh?” or “Did I see that right, you have a blog?” Indeed, I do, folks. Then comes the follow up: “Don’t you feel vulnerable putting yourself out there like that?” or “Doesn’t it scare you to be so open?”. Of course I do and of course it does. But this is one of the ways I chose to start building connections – firstly with myself and then with anybody who takes a few minutes to read this and attempt to get to know me better.