Definition from merriam-webster: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for. Or from Wikipedia: is when someone finds something that they weren’t expecting to find.
I’m not sure if this is what I am experiencing. But it sure has been a nice string of circumstances.
As I was getting ready for summer vacation, I was book shopping. I’m not sure why I do this. I have so many un-read books on my shelf already. I even have 2 or 3 on the go standing on my bedside table calling out to me. I was strolling through the aisles and I came across, “The Art Of Possibility”, by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander. I had no knowledge of the title or the authors. The cover is very plain. But something in the look of it and a quick flip through made me buy it. I put everything else aside and read this book through, taking notes the whole time. A fantastic book, which I plan to read again many more times.
Tonight I was scanning through my news reader and came across coverage of a speaking presentation by Benjamin Zander. I would not have known enough to read the article had I not read this book. And the analysis was so consistent with what I had thought of him from the book, it was, I don’t know – serendipity?
My husband sent me a YouTube video a couple of years ago by Simon Sinek. It talked about what motivates people to do great things. Then, I started using the TED talks app on my iPad and realized that is where the video came from. Turns out that this author can deliver daily inspiration right into your email inbox which is a brilliant way to start the day. This one was almost serendipity in reverse.
What started me on the quest to write this blog was reading “The Happiness Project”, by Gretchen Rubin. I stumbled across this title in a small book aisle of our local discount department store. I carried it around for a while. I started reading it (and fell in love with it) while waiting for my Chinese Visa in the Consulate Office. For some reason they would not allow any kind of technology in their waiting room – nothing. (And they were enforcing it). So I had to go back in time and pull out a bundle of paper containing millions of words and flip through the pages with my fingers. Since then, I seem to stumble across mentions of Gretchen all the time. And to think she was MY muse – a little serendipitous?
Those are just a few examples. It is almost as if the information or experience I need becomes available to me just at the right time. I suppose too early or too late, it would completely pass by without my notice.