The Rolling Stones.
I’ve had these four things on my mind lately. And, yes, I realize the last one in my list doesn’t make a whole wad of sense, but I’ll get there. Just hear me out.
Lots of people like to argue over the first three items. “There is no such thing as destiny,” some will say. “You make your own through the exercise of free will.”
Others pontificate that there is no such thing as coincidence in this life. That our future was set before daddy-o gave mummy his first bow-chicka-wow-wow look.
Like any good Libra, I think I’m pretty much dead center. I think all three are actually all tied up together in an intentional knot.
Let me ‘splain.
I’m working with my first, freelance editor, Marcy Kennedy. How I came to work with her is due to a string of seemingly random events:
1) I attended the first, on-line WANA Conference.
2) I took her Twitter class at said conference.
3) Marcy was super cute and cheerful in class–despite the early hour–and clearly knew her Twitter. So, I started following her Tweets and blogs.
4) One day (a few months later) she blogged about editors and what questions/approaches a first-timer should consider.
5) Her words really resonated with me, so I emailed her some questions, to which she replied. Her response didn’t come back lightening quick, but when it DID come, it was thick with thought and purpose. She took the time to completely answer my questions.
6) I signed up to work with her.
Now, mind you, all of the above has taken place over the course of about three months. But the really COOL thing about the whole turn of events? I got what I needed.
What I think I need and what I really need are usually nowhere in the same ballpark. If I’d have intentionally set out to hire a freelance editor, I might have looked for a lightning bug personality to match my own.
The universe knew better and gave me Marcy instead. She’s like a solid anchor I can latch onto. She responds to my questions, but takes her time–and it pays off. When I read her words there’s a bit of peace that floats up off the screen to seep into my pores. And, man-o-man, do I need some of that to chill my hamster.
So, when I say I think serendipity, free will and destiny are all wrapped up together, this is what I mean. Maybe it was destiny that queued Marcy up to teach that class. Maybe it was mine to take it. Then the free will thing kicked in after we’d met and said, “So? Whatcha gonna do with this bit of goodness?” (Not that she necessarily perceives it as goodness. If anything, it probably looks to her something like the pic below.)
What about you? Do you have a particular spin on the universal jigsaw puzzle? Can you look back and see bits of magic in your life? Paths where the dots connected juuuust right?
Oh, yeah. And the Rolling Stones thing. Here ya go! (Turn it up and sing out loud! I did!)