[tales of synchronicity]

I was on the train to PA (as I usually am at least once a week) a couple of weeks ago. I was reading something, I forget exactly what, and I was reminded of Gretchen Rubin, the writer. I’d read her book The Happiness Project last year when I was desperately looking for some happiness in the middle of a dying romantic relationship. So, I was reminded of her, I thought about the book, and I looked up and saw a girl sitting diagonally across from me reading a book. The colors on the cover looked familiar. Blue and yellow. I caught sight of the title. A shiver ran down my spine. Need I tell you which book it was?

No matter how much I believe in synchronicity, its magic still manages to catch me off guard. I couldn’t love it more if I tried.