You either believe in coincidences, or you don’t. There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground of “well, that was a coincidence, but this other thing wasn’t a coincidence.” It’s all or nothing, baby - commit. You have to. I choose to believe that everything has significance, if we choose to (and can) see it. We went to check in for our flight yesterday, and they couldn’t find our reservation. The sweet ticket agent had forgotten to confirm us three weeks ago when I’d called to make the reservations. Stuck. I was overwhelmed. What to do? I cried, right there at the airport. I looked at Bill and said, “I would be a horrible hypocrite if I wasn’t willing to see the symbolism of this whole thing.” I vowed to try to find it. I texted my oldest son to let him know what had happened, and he jumped in the car to come visit us for the night at the hotel! Then my daughter and her fiancee called, and THEY joined us! It was a party! Maybe THIS is why we weren’t supposed to fly out yesterday. Then my cousin from Boston called us, concerned because there were severe thunderstorms all day and she was worried about us flying through that. We hadn’t! Maybe THAT was why we weren’t supposed to fly out yesterday?
This morning in the airport we were standing in the express line when a man came up behind us and asked the attendant if he could get in the fast line so he could catch his flight. She asked him if he was with us, and he just looked at us. She asked him again, and I opened my eyes wide at him and nodded slightly. He said, ‘Yes, she’s my sister.’ “Then go ahead,” she said, and he joined the line. “You shouldn’t have been mean to me when we were kids,” I jokingly told him. “Well, not in this lifetime,” he said. I laughed. We talked a little bit, then I told him I was a psychic. He was, too! We laughed about the attendant ‘helping’ him catch his plane. We parted. Was that part of why we weren’t supposed to fly out yesterday? Because we’d scheduled our flight so late, we couldn’t get seats together. “I’m going to manifest us getting to sit together,” I said. We made our way to the gate, where we were supposed to get our seat assignments, and the numbers were pretty low. I didn’t know. We walked onto the plane - you’ve got to be kidding me! BULKHEAD SEATS???? We never get the bulkhead, even when we schedule months in advance! I sat down next to a nice-looking woman. “It’s a miracle!” I say, smiling from ear to ear. “Why do you seem so surprised?” she said with a twinkle in her eye. I looked closely at her. “What do you do for a living?” I asked. She started laughing. It doesn’t take a psychic to know what comes next. She was a psychic! Was THAT the reason we didn’t fly out yesterday?
Ya know, I just don’t know anymore - there’s just so many reasons to pick from! Maybe it wasn’t just one reason why we weren’t supposed to fly out yesterday; maybe I won’t be able to figure out exactly WHY we weren’t supposed to go when we thought we should go. Maybe none of it matters. Maybe it’s enough just to be aware of life around you so you CAN see all of the miracles and fabulous unfoldings all around. I’m not sure. I just know that this past 24 hours has been full of magic and family and miracles. Why? Who cares? I want more!