I am new at this whole blogging thing. But despite that, it hasn’t taken me long to identify other bloggers who are writing about similar themes. One such blogger that I came across, and connected with, in my writing journey, is Dara Poznar, author of http://goodatlife.wordpress.com/. When I first saw her picture, I felt an odd sense of familiarity and I wondered if I knew her somehow.
Of course WordPress has over 300,000 bloggers from all over the world, so I knew that the chances would be low that I knew her from somewhere else. I figured she must just have one of those familiar faces. Well, Dara and I began to email, and lo and behold, we discovered that we both live in San Francisco. And not only do we live in the same city, but we live only a mile up the road from each other. Small world, right? We emailed back and forth and decided that we should meet for coffee.
Fast forward a few days….
Last Thursday, completely distracted by other events, I had plans to meet some friends for dinner in the Haight. Trying to get in my daily exercise, I planned to walk over to meet them. However, a wrench was thrown into that plan. When I came home that afternoon, I opened my mailbox to discover a speeding ticket notice. Let’s just say that when I saw the dollar amount, a plethora of 4-letter words spewed from my mouth. In a flustered fury, I ended up being late to leave for dinner. I didn’t think I would have time to get there walking, so I decided I would walk part-way and then hop on the bus.
I hurriedly took off up Divisadero street, my $2 bus fare folded up and in hand, and I planned to hop on the bus at the corner of Haight St. As I got nearer to Haight, I looked at my watch and decided that maybe I could still make it walking. Feeling somewhat lazy, instead of continuing up the hill to Haight, I took a last minute right onto Oak Street and started to walk west past the Panhandle towards the Haight.
Not even 5 minutes up Oak Street, I saw two women approaching me. I could not believe my eyes: I immediately recognized one of them to be Dara Poznar, the blogger with whom I had emailed. As she neared, I said “Are you Dara Poznar???” Shocked that a complete stranger seemed to know who she was, with a bewildered look on her face she said, “Yes, I am. How did you know?” I replied, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m bumping into you. It’s Jeannie from WordPress!” She immediately had the same look of disbelief, said hello back and gave me a hug. We briefly commiserated over the complete improbability of us meeting that way, and then we agreed that we definitely had to follow up on that coffee.
Now, bear in mind, that prior to this serendipitous meeting, we hadn’t yet set the coffee date. And while I knew she lived somewhere in the Haight, I had no idea where. And that evening I was completely focused on something else, on getting to dinner with a group of friends. I walked away from her completely in awe. Of course, throughout my life I have experienced these same kind of unbelievable, synchronistic events, the kind that seem statistically impossible. I mean, first of all, what were the odds that this 1 blogger out of 300,000 bloggers even lived in the same city as me, let alone nearby?
But beyond that, I was not where I was supposed to be that night. Thursday night is normally my yoga night, so I first had to make the decision to skip yoga to go to dinner. Furthermore, had I been on time that day, I would have taken a different route to walk. Had I not gotten a speeding ticket 2 weeks prior, I wouldn’t have been all flustered about the mail that day, and I wouldn’t have been late. And realizing I was late, I had every intention of continuing on to Haight Street and then hopping on the bus. If I hadn’t made that last minute decision to take a right on Oak, I never would have seen her.
If all of those things had not happened in that order, I would never have bumped into Dara Poznar, a woman I shouldn’t even know. And in a city of a million people, what are the odds of me bumping into this 1 specific person, in that exact place at that exact moment? And that is just my side of the story. How many decisions and actions did Dara have to take that day, in order to end up at that exact spot at that exact moment?
Now I know many people would argue that this was just chance, that it was merely a coincidence. But I cannot concur. I’ve had too many magical moments and synchronistic meetings take place in my life, of the exact right person coming into my space at the exact right time in order to allow for other magical things to change and occur. And even though these events are rare, I have had enough of them occur in my life to know that they are more than mere coincidence. And each time, I am left in a complete state of awe. Each time I am reminded that we are all connected, that there are other forces at play, and that if we are open to it, certain things will align in just such a way, to allow other things to unfold.
So what’s the moral of this story? Open your eyes.. for you never know what magic lies just around the corner.
To read the other side of the story, from Dara’s perspective, click here.