Synchronicity. I just love when that happens. Sure, you can call it coincidence if you want to. I don’t. I like to call it synchronicity. The experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, yet are experienced as occurring together in a meaningful manner (thanks, Wikipedia).

I had one today, but it kinda started last Thursday. Sending texts back and forth with my brother about my talk with the specialists. Talking about ‘keeping the faith’. I explained that I sometimes ‘snap’ out of it (faith) but then just ‘snap’ myself back. And my brother responded with ‘like a rubber band’. Exactly.

Today I had another present in my mailbox. A book. No note. No sender. Title of the book: learning to live like a rubber band.

Yes. Really. So I texted my brother to ask if he sent it. He didn’t. I don’t know who did. But the synchronicity is awesome. Like always it gives me a sense of connection with the Universe. Synchronicity tells me ‘We’re here. Don’t worry. We have your back.’ And no, I don’t know who ‘we’ is, but it’s a soothing feeling, so I just enjoy it.

I like to focus on ‘what is’, instead of ‘what should be’ or ‘what I want’. And synchronicity turns ‘what is’ into magic. Just picture me with a huge smile right now!