Odd coincidences of life, and a brand new year
New Years housekeeping note: I've done away with the "confession" mantra for blog titles. You're welcome.
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There's so much to reflect on from this month, this being the 31st and all, but I have yet to do my journal reflection and would like to get there first. But I didn't want to let the whole month of January go by without posting something, so I thought I'd mention a little oddity of today.
When I left California in August 2014 (WOW, OKAY) my friend Luke gave me a box of 22 months of predictions... enough to carry me through to the June that I graduate with my Masters. Each month I was instructed to open a prediction and read what it said. The rule, of course, was no reading ahead. The caveat, of course, was that Luke is not a prophet.
For most of the last year and a half these predictions have been a source of entertainment for me; something to look forward to on the same day I pay my bills each month (ouch).
What's a little crazy is that many of them have been spot on. He predicted the month my now boyfriend would ask me out, and he predicted a lot of factors in the development of our relationship (nobody's surprised that filmographer Luke would write a love story in his predictions for my life).
In light of the blog title, today I have a confession: I opened February's one day early.
"You're engaged! Congratulations. You're connecting with all your California friends because they want to share in your excitement."
When I read it, I yelled, and threw it on by bed. The significance is not that I think it will come true, but that I remember a very specific interaction.
It was about a week before I was due to leave for Texas. Luke and I were standing outside the Yogurtland on Aliso Creek and Alicia Parkway. He was joking that I was going to move to Texas and marry a cowboy, and he told me about the box of predictions he was creating for me.
"It's really just silly," he said. "And I don't know anything for real, so if it says you get engaged and you, like, break up that month... sorry in advance." I laughed off the dark humor of that irony.
The craziness is how this is the month he is predicting engagement, also the month he gave a forewarning apology for an ill-timed comment if we were to break up, and also the month boyfriend and I are at one year.
One year is when we planned to lay down a track - either to get married, or to go our separate ways.
Now, I don't believe it's a "sign" that we're going to break up or that we should... but we certainly won't be getting engaged this month and I can't believe I have such a ridiculous haunting memory of that exchange.
Truly an odd coincidence!
...
There's so much to reflect on from this month, this being the 31st and all, but I have yet to do my journal reflection and would like to get there first. But I didn't want to let the whole month of January go by without posting something, so I thought I'd mention a little oddity of today.
When I left California in August 2014 (WOW, OKAY) my friend Luke gave me a box of 22 months of predictions... enough to carry me through to the June that I graduate with my Masters. Each month I was instructed to open a prediction and read what it said. The rule, of course, was no reading ahead. The caveat, of course, was that Luke is not a prophet.
For most of the last year and a half these predictions have been a source of entertainment for me; something to look forward to on the same day I pay my bills each month (ouch).
What's a little crazy is that many of them have been spot on. He predicted the month my now boyfriend would ask me out, and he predicted a lot of factors in the development of our relationship (nobody's surprised that filmographer Luke would write a love story in his predictions for my life).
In light of the blog title, today I have a confession: I opened February's one day early.
"You're engaged! Congratulations. You're connecting with all your California friends because they want to share in your excitement."
When I read it, I yelled, and threw it on by bed. The significance is not that I think it will come true, but that I remember a very specific interaction.
It was about a week before I was due to leave for Texas. Luke and I were standing outside the Yogurtland on Aliso Creek and Alicia Parkway. He was joking that I was going to move to Texas and marry a cowboy, and he told me about the box of predictions he was creating for me.
"It's really just silly," he said. "And I don't know anything for real, so if it says you get engaged and you, like, break up that month... sorry in advance." I laughed off the dark humor of that irony.
The craziness is how this is the month he is predicting engagement, also the month he gave a forewarning apology for an ill-timed comment if we were to break up, and also the month boyfriend and I are at one year.
One year is when we planned to lay down a track - either to get married, or to go our separate ways.
Now, I don't believe it's a "sign" that we're going to break up or that we should... but we certainly won't be getting engaged this month and I can't believe I have such a ridiculous haunting memory of that exchange.
Truly an odd coincidence!
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