Another one bites the dust!

signed, sealed, delivered - or soon to be. I just sent in my fourth (count ‘em one, two three, four) graduate school application. I can’t wait to get back into school!

So, not kidding you, I posted a blog about synchronicity five days ago and last night I was reading this week’s chapter of The Artist’s Way and what is one of the first things that the author brings up? You guessed it! Synchronicity! I would say that it is random, but that would be missing the message.

After the discussion of synchronicity she talks about how if you want something and say it is going to happen, you’ll find a way to make it happen. I know this sounds like the age old “You can do anything if you blah blah blah,” rhetoric, but this time it really stuck with me. The author talks about how when you ask people about a success they’ve had and how they achieved it, they don’t talk about one big break, but mostly a series of fortunate events. I can see it in my own life. How did I get a job where I’m paid to be a feminist? I can’t point at one event that got me here, but more a chain of events (some seemingly good and others not) that put me in what I see to be a very fortunate place.

It makes sense, though. If you are always so busy trying to find the way to achieve something before you say it is going to happen, it is a lot easier to lose sight of. It’s the invisibility of an unspoken goal. When you say “I’m going to get a degree,” you find a way to make it happen, one step at a time. As we will it, so shall it be.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

Now just wait. I bet you it will happen.

And to top it all off, today I received my registration for Shug. Today, the last day that my 7-day offer from Carmax is good for. I was sure the offer would expire before I would get the last document to be able to sell her, sure that the much needed money I had locked away in the form of a 1987 Jeep Wrangler would remain parked in the lot behind my work. What are the odds, really, that my registration would come four days early?

I just wonder, where was all this goodness in 2006? Not that I’m complaining.

2007 = my new best friend