A few days ago my friend Anette brought up the subject of “synchronicity,” the notion popularized by Carl Jung which explains the lovely “co-incidences” life tosses us with odds too spectacular to be coincidences.
My friendship with Anette is a perfect example. Just over a year ago I had a conversation with a mentor about the idea of returning to school. “I think I’m too old, though,” I whined, fishing for encouragement.
“You’re never too old,” she said. “I know someone who is older than you are, and she’s determined to get her Master’s. If you want to do it, you should do it.”
So I apply. And I’m admitted.
And two months later I’m a little early for my first class at UCF, and choose a seat behind an attractive woman about my age. We strike up a conversation. And guess what? She is the determined woman who helped inspire me to get back in school! And we become good friends. Coincidence?
Now take today. This morning I’m talking with a friend who asks me how school is going. “Good,” I say, “but I’m thinking about switching my focus from psychology to writing, because I really like it.”
He shoots me a look that says: Are you delusional? And I know what’s coming next.
“Oh. Have you been published?”
A faltering response is on the tip of my tongue.
Oh, well…not yet.
How many times have I bought into that mentality, the notion that unless I’ve been published, I’ve got an inflated ego or crazy to imagine myself being that talented? This time I say, “I’m not published yet. But I’m a good writer and I will be eventually.”
Okay, back to the synchronistic element…
I come home and happen on Wounded, a lovely poem by Michael Ray King. Check out Mike’s reading here: Wounded.
What matters is who we believe we are. If we wait for someone else to recognize our talent before we allow ourselves to trust it, we may end up waiting forever.
Don’t listen to that whiny little voice that demands you believe a lie. Because you are good enough. You have the right. You have the beauty and the power and the talent.
So try. And in the trying you will happen upon the most precious gift you have been given: a lightness, a connection to the Divine that will make you fall in love with life again and again and again.
Notice the synchronistic beauty bombs that have been dropping on your head all along. They are the proof you’ve been longing for. You are loved. You are worthy. And you are more than good enough.