Synchronicities Delight Me

I have no doubt of the spiritual nature of life because my life has very clearly been a series of synchronicities. Not that everything’s worked out the way I would have wished or wanted all of the time – but there have clearly been signs along the way that show me that I am on the right path and that my life is guided, sometimes whether I’m paying attention or not. With some frequency, these synchronicities absolutely delight and encourage me to trust and have faith that Life is, indeed, looking out for me.

I had a series of synchronicities right before I moved from Florida to Colorado. The timing of friends driving by just when I’d gone outside to get something – so I got to say goodbye to them. I mean, what are the chances that they’d be in the same spot as me within a 1-2 minute time frame? One minute either way and I would have missed them! It happened frequently. I’d just smile, look up, and say, “thank you!”

Today, something even more improbable happened. I had a request for a copy of my social security card. No problem, I knew right where it was – in my little red wallet I keep in my purse with my driver’s license and other cards. Only when I went to grab it – it wasn’t there!

Here’s the thing: I have kept my social security card in that little red wallet for I don’t know how long – years and years! I can’t imagine it being anywhere else – and if I had moved it, I would have definitely put it in the big envelope where I keep my important papers. I mean, I had to replace it a few years ago, so I know damn well I’d be super careful with it!

Well, it wasn’t in my wallet … and it wasn’t in the big envelope. I couldn’t imagine what had happened to it. Had I dropped it when I pulled out my driver’s license or credit card? Was it lost? How on earth was I going to deal with getting a replacement now – in the middle of Covid? I looked in my car in case I’d left things from my purse or wallet in there in an effort some forgotten day to travel lighter. Nothing.

I cursed the stress of moving. I’ve moved 3 times in the past 5 years, this last time across country. In addition to changing careers multiple times and/or working multiple jobs. In addition to dealing with cancer (gone!) and a fall that resulted in two broken arms (yes, at the same time, plates and screws in both arms – not fun!). Oh – and a bankruptcy when the dream that I was trying to make come true with my patented invention crashed and burned. It’s been a white-knuckle ride for years, slamming right into this pandemic. But how could I have lost my social security card?!? (Can you sense the panic and overwhelm that was building up in me? It’s challenging to capture it in words – but this little thing was the proverbial straw pushing me over the edge.)

The only thing I could think to do was look in the boxes being stored in the basement of the people kind enough to give me shelter right now. I found two boxes marked “desk” and brought them over by a chair. I sat down and looked through the first box. I found some things that were useful (trying to keep a positive attitude that this was happening for a reason), but no social security card. Dejected, I grabbed the other box. Whyyyy is this happening to meeeee? My stress level was starting to move off the charts. I found a little journal that I’d kept in my center desk drawer, forgotten/ignored for a few years.

I flipped through the journal and started reading. Interestingly, I was writing this journal at the time I was reading The Untethered Soul for the first time – in April of 2017. I mentioned the book specifically – and some lessons I’d taken from it. As it so happens, my women’s group is about to have a discussion about this book, so I’ve just started reading it for the second time this past week. Weird, huh? What are the chances? I wonder what message that journal has that was so important for me to see? Maybe something to look at with fresh eyes as I read the book again. Or maybe the message was just to be aware that I am being guided – that I am surrounded by angels and guides – that I will be okay and that everything happens for a reason. I mean, these are precarious times – and it’s nice to have a reassurance like that, you know?

After glancing through the journal, I pulled a stack of loose stuff out of the box – and my heart jumped with hope when I thought I glimpsed my social security card amidst the stack. I sorted it slowly, one by one – and there it was! Somewhere that it absolutely did NOT belong – and I truly cannot imagine myself being so careless as to put it there! What a relief to see it though! I’m honestly not sure that I did put it there. It’s not impossible, but improbable. I think maybe it was put there – not to stress me out – but to give me the opportunity to see how connected things are and how amazingly things can all work out! My card is now safely back in the big envelope of important papers – and now I’m going to keep reading The Untethered Soul. I think it’s got important messages for me!