So in Sync.

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I’ve been reading a tad about synchronicity lately, and testing the waters with a newfound awareness of how in sync, well, everything really is. I guess I am finally beginning to comprehend the reality of that age-old adage, “everything is connected”.

At work today, I told one of my biggest fans and favorite work mate, that I would be writing a blog post, at this point, I wasn’t sure what I would choose as my topic, but I assured her that throughout the day, I would FIND something to write about. (Remember the word FIND #keyword). I also promised to dedicate the post to her, so here you go Till, you looked great behind the till today ;).

Back to the post – So it’s New Years Day and the café is filled to the brim, with Melbourne beach vacationers proudly disrupting the usual flow of regulars, and ensuring that my pedometer reaches an impressive 10,000 steps before 12pm.

In between collecting latte glasses and picking up the marshmallows that children forget to eat with their baby chinos, I see in the middle of a major walkway, amongst the chaos that would undoubtedly resemble that of Chadstone on Boxing day, and amidst the clamour that I imagine to fill the mosh pit of Justin Bieber’s last pre-teen concert – I hope you are getting how crazy our little coffee spot was! – I see a feather.

Firstly, I don’t see any birds.

Secondly, I don’t see any blackbirds.

Thirdly, its raining so I’m not sure where anyone could have seen a bird, let alone a black one on a day like this.

Fourth, how did it get inside? a.k.a who is the creepy bird keeper, this isn’t Hogwarts.

Fifth, how has someone else not stood on it and kicked under table 5 yet?

Sixth, how lucky is it that I looked down at the exact moment that I could a) see it, b) pick it up, c) realize that within an hour of professing my need to FIND something to write about to my gal pal Tilly, that indeed, I had FOUND exactly what I was looking for!

With a little imagination and a touch of enthusiastic vocab, this post is borne, and a profound “moral of the story” shared.

After finding this little treasure in the most unlikely of places, I got to thinking about the whole synchronicity of the whole event.

Then I started musing over the other synchronicities that I experience, and often overlook.

  • How many times have you thought about a funny night out, and nek minnit, someone “likes” one of the photos from that night on Facebook.
  • Or, you have a song in your head and nek minnit it’s playing on Fox Fm.

But do these coincidences delve much deeper? Carl Jung (who is a pretty big deal in the psychology world), called it the phenomenon of synchronicity, and over the years, the reports of epic flukes are countless. Type in “coincidences” in Google, and the results are pretty “wow-wow”! (Seriously do it, there are some loco stories out there), but think back throughout just today, and I promise you will find at least one event of synchronicity, but don’t just look for huge ones like wishing to be rich, then winning the lottery. Think about these bonds basics:

  • Wishing Melbourne turned on summer a little better, then seeing an ad in the paper for sunny Bali.
  • Thinking about your uncle in Sydney and then hearing about someone’s recent trip to NSW.
  • Considering what to have for lunch then you pass Subway.

Whatever it is, believe me, it is connected. We are all connected.

Even people. On my last overseas trip I realized how small the world was and accepted that I just HAD to be in Krakow, Poland in order to make some new Melbourne friends, and I HAD to be in London to finally learn the name of the guy I used to scroll through Tumblr with in our first year Business Law Lecture.

It’s just the way the cookie crumbles, and it’s pretty exciting stuff, if you only become aware of it, notice it and appreciate it.

So here’s your mission if you choose to accept it agent 007, keep an eye, ear and hand out for the coincidences! I’d love to hear what magic comes your way! Holla!

The ‘not-so-chocolate’ ripple.

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Even though I clearly said “not-so-chocolate”, don’t pretend  your not already  frothing at the mouth as you imagine yourself devouring one of grandma’s guilt-ridden, brandy-soaked, cream-filled, peppermint-crisp topped chocolate ripple cakes.

But seriously, this post has nothing to do with your lovely Nanna, her roses, how good she is at knitting, or even  just being so adorably cute….or her famous chocolate ripple cake.

It has to do with this ‘ripple’ thing I’ve been experimenting with lately.

I am yet to determine the proper name for it, and it’s been the first time that old mate Google hasn’t been able to hook me up with a credible answer from his mate, wiki.

So ill try explain it.

Basically, I recently started working at a cute little cafe, and appointed myself a little mission to make every customer I serve smile – this was especially exciting when a stressed/rude/ignorant customer would come to the counter.

What I found is that, with just a little nudge, everyone: the run-down mum, the senile old man, the time-poor executive, the ambitious 20-something chick with the amazing windsor flats and perfect ombré (I must ask who her hairdresser is), are all capable of having an AMAZING day.

What got me excited, was thinking about how the course of their day had now been altered, by my teeny-tiny, one-dimpled, colgate-brushed SMILE.

I am a massive advocate for the whole “law of attraction”, “you are what you think”, “get what you give” etc., etc. movement, and it is profound to think about how circumstances, events and occurrences may have changed as a  result of an altered perspective.

Sure, I only gave Mark his weak cap in a latte mug with extra chocolate dusting and a side of a friendly grin, but I wonder if that little extra, just maybe, inspired him to do something nice for the next person he came into contact with, and then if that person did the same…… and then if that person did the same……and then if that person did the same……and then if that person did the same……and then if that person did the same…….

You get where I’m going with this right?

Moral of the story, start a ripple (it will fit your macros I swear!).

I challenge you to do just one thing nice for someone, and rest happy knowing that you’ve actually changed the world, albeit in a small way.

PS. For anyone who is not shredding for stereo, heres a chocolate ripple recipe.

http://www.taste.com.au/recipes/25207/choc+ripple+cake