Recent Synchronicities In My Silly Girl World
- allymmmounga
- May 10, 2021
- 7 min read
They're all fairly wild, if I'm honest. They're all fairly lovely too.
If you were here in the winter, you may recall a story about how my move up to Blueberryville was wildly divine. I'd spent the summer prowling for fall housing without any luck. When I finally found a lovely place, it fell through. I took it as a sign and decided to stay for the fall. That week, an old flame reappeared. I spent the fall home, nannying for a family that had come just as divinely, watching How I Met Your Mother with my momma, stargazing, being kissed and loved. So, that, my love, was #1, the first big and serendipitous happenstance.
I was so pleased with the way that things were, that I nearly decided to let go of what I'd had planned. I thought, Maybe I'll just stay forever, keep my classes online, keep living right around town from my favorite library and my new best friend, keep being a nanny, and start settling down with this flame.
Then, it all flipped upside down.
I got a bit heartbroken and took a bit to heal. After a whole lot of Ben & Jerry's and country rock, I felt the tug. The page was tired and ready to turn, and I felt it pull me forward, so I went back on the hunt for a home, and found one that I actually love, love, loved. I messaged the girl and planned a day to drive up and check it out. It was the only home that I wanted and it came so quickly. The girl that lived there had a few other people looking, but after I walked in and took a look with my sunflower kami on and my momma next to me, she handed it over. It was easy as chocolate cream. That was #2.
Then, there was a bit of a sweet mess.
I'd hoped to move up in early/mid November, but the timing just wasn't working. I was a bit frustrated. Finally, mom and I found the right slot, and we drove up with all of my junk on December 3rd. That night, I sat on my foam pad/temporary bed, eating my Sonic, that I'd had just the right amount of change for, and felt a little sad and lonely. Right then, a sweet Rach appeared at my door and invited me over to her apartment across the courtyard. I met my best friends on that first night in town. It seemed that the timing was perfect. If I hadn't moved up on that specific day, I may have spent the semester much more alone, with a whole lot of personal growth and devotion to my plans, schoolwork, hobbies, but without the wild laughter, the addiction to Rumikub, the memories of parties at the Wishing Well, and the true "college experience." #3.
Then, just when I needed some money, a job appeared in my lap.
I'd made a plan one evening, to blow-dry my hair and curl it all cute, put on my red dress, and drop into the list of places that I'd wanted to apply to. Quite a few were little waitressing gigs. I'd decided to start with a mediocre breakfast chain as a test run, to practice my little pitch, before hitting the big guns. Well, when I walked in, I asked to speak to the manager, and she just gave me the job. I was a bit shocked and a bit unsure of how to feel. Should I be relieved? Should I be a bit bummed? I was a bit both. It wasn't the job that I'd wanted, but it was money and experience, so I went with it and absolutely loved it for a while. That was #4.
Then, there was another unexpected change.
The priorly mentioned old flame had been around from before I'd turned 16 (dating age in little Utah) to 18. Even when we'd been off and on, he'd always stuck in my mind. Then, in December, as if a switch had flipped, these fellas started to appear out of nowhere. Moths to a flame. I went out with twelve different guys from then until February. It was unexpected and un-asked for, but just what the doctor ordered. I changed a lot from all of that, learned how to communicate and be honest with people about the hard things for me to say: when I didn't want something. So that was #5: the line of men who so kindly showed me adoration and affection and the lessons that I learned from them. They were synchronic because they paved the way for the next few links in the chain.
Then, there was the halt.
#6 was the men hiatus. I felt like I had some inner goo that needed something--some deep healing, or deep understanding, or deep something else. I'd been out with some great guys and some not so great guys in my little wild chapter, but after a moment, time became a hot commodity for me, and I just didn't want to spend it on someone that I wasn't invested or interested in. Energy was the same. All of a sudden, I had all of these ideas and projects that I wanted to jump on. Between friends, work, school, and those new plans, my cup was empty by the time romance had its turn. I knew I had to dig inward and get clear on what I wanted in romance, then, leave that idea on the back, back, backburner, and put my energy into what I wanted to bring into the world.
Then, there was the leap.
That brings us to #7, the projects. Claire Bear had done a little tarot reading for me in January, and I'd found it incredible. I immediately ordered my own cards and started reading for myself. I devoted so much time and energy to learning about the meanings of the cards, and then, to reading them for my friends and for myself. Quickly after that, I got a clear message that I needed to quit my job as a waitress. It was absolutely draining and quite miserable for me, so I listened. But I also said, "What now? I need money still!" The answer was to start a little tarot gig. So, I did. And it took off in a magical way. As I took the shuttle to the Arizona/California border to visit my momma in March, I created the Ethereal Tarot Instagram in the spur of the moment. I don't even remember why, but there was some silly reason that I felt like I needed to do it right then, so I did. Readings came in so wonderfully. I met some new friends through the process and delivered some beautiful messages. That was such a personal miracle. It provided me with just enough money to finish up the school year, and it taught that I could very easily just decide to create something. That realization is at play today, as I work on the multitude of other projects on my stovetop.
Now, at lucky #8, we're at the present miracles. I better preface them by saying that there are crazy amounts of other miracles and synchronicities besides the ones that I've already mentioned, but those are the big ones. Those are the circles coming full.
#8 will be a collection of things. Let's call it the Spring Miracles line. As April progressed, I really wondered where to go next. It was time for me to move out of my apartment and go somewhere else. Should I go home to Utah County and focus on tarot? Maybe I could stay with family and save on rent? Should I stay in Blueville and find work up here? Should I waitress again? NO! Should I nanny again? Maybe, but that doesn't feel quite right. I don't know what to do, ahhhh! I was so confused and a bit worried, on my last bit of money, unsure of where to go. I'd get an idea on what I could do, and then it would fall through.
Then, it all fell into place.
Once I'd finally decided to stay in Berryville, a home came to me with an itty bitty room for $100/month for the summer and $900/Semester, one short sidewalk from campus, and a whole bunch of athletes who travel on the weekends and always have muscly boys over. I'd still been trying to figure out what to do for work, though, and decided to blow-dry my hair one Saturday night, put on my red dress, and go in to a couple of places to apply. The first one was my favorite, my dream spot. I'd had this idea in my mind about it for a while now, because my tumbling class was there all semester: The Sports Club. It served "Kooks" from Outer Banks, well dressed, well-off, always tan people coming to their club to swim laps, lift weights, or take fancy classes in their expensive work out clothes, then wrap themselves in gorgeously fluffy, white towels, and close their eyes for twenty minutes in the sauna. Well, two days later, after my tumbling class ended for the last time, the coach sat us down and asked if any of us would like to become instructors. There, I was in at the sweet, little spot that I dreamt about and wanted most of all.
That day, I went home for a quick shower, grabbed a bagel and some blueberries then sped back over to the Sports Club to start my first day. I've worked Monday-Friday since and am hoping to get on at the front desk as well (the position I'd originally hoped for). The wildest thing is that all of my tarot readings had come out with The Empress, the card of motherly energy. I kept wondering if it meant nannying, but nannying didn't feel quite right, and wasn't quite what I wanted. Now, it makes perfect sense. I teach little ones how to tumble!
Mom drove up and helped me move out of my apartment last Sunday, and now I'm in the new home by campus. I sent the car home with her, so I'm riding my bike for the summer, and I love it. I love how the tops of my arms get significantly tanner the bottoms. I love taking a different route to work each morning and pedaling under the trees as their little white petals drop onto my shoulders. It's actually something that I've wanted for ages now, to ride my bike to work and to the grocery store like Julianne Hough in Safehaven or Jana Kramer in her Why Ya Wanna? video. I've always dreamt of that. This is the new dream.
It's 1:17 A.M. now and I'll wake in about seven hours to take my little route to the Club tomorrow morning. I wanted to share with you first, though. I wanted to give you the update on how things have changed and how they've come full circle. On how all of the tragedies and the glorious, heavenly circumstances of the last few years led to this. If you've followed along, you definitely know that it's been a roller coaster, a rom com, a coming-of-age, an Eat, Pray, Love. I love it all. The synchronicities are all there.
I love you <3 Goodnight
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