Strokes of Luck and other Synchronicities

Someone once told me I remind him of a cello. Echoing the remembrance of what sadness feels like, without actually being sad.

Having said that, two monumental things happened today. One is that I myself could hear that echo he was referring to for the first time with the utterance of the words leaving my mouth. And even though what I said was significant enough to conjure up a feeling of sadness or even grief, it was much more the deliverance that allowed for the echo to sound itself out. Almost like listening to recordings of whales calling to each other.

The other monumental thing was that I finally spoke the truth about the topic discussed. As minor as it seems, it took me three years to get there. The question was posed to me as to why I am currently in school to become a massage therapist. ( I have a well established career in a field that will always have employment opportunities). ” So what made you want to become a massage therapist?"

I fell in love with the biggest d&@! (Figuratively speaking) I ever encountered and he introduced me to massage. I discovered Thai massage specifically because of him and fell in real love with Thai massage with the first class I took. It took me a really long time to disassociate this connection with something that I so enjoy doing. Something that I am good at and will get better at. Many months of contemplating about how I wanted to proceed. With each course I took, or any time I was asked about it, I would always say something like that I happened to stumble across Thai massage. A change in life's course. Never truly owning up to the huge crossroad I encountered to get me here.

Now that I said it once without any attachment whatsoever, not allowing this person to be linked to something that so clearly belongs in my life and so clearly is a part of me, now I will speak truthfully when asked what made me want to become a massage therapist.

"Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck."~Dalai Lama