I don't know why I'm surprised when small, serendipitous things happen to me, but I am. Every time.
Take this morning, for example.
I had a rough morning thanks to another rough night. I woke up at 4 a.m. in a cold sweat. My hair and pj's were all wet and cold. Yuck. That was trippy - I've never experienced that before. I'm sure I was dreaming, although surprisingly I don't remember the dream. My tank top was wet enough that I had to get up and change before going back to sleep. I never slept well the rest of the morning - lots of dreams, a knot in my stomach, waking up a lot - which meant getting out of bed on time was quite a feat.
On Wednesdays I have two dance technique classes back to back, so I need to eat a good, solid breakfast to get me through. That didn't happen this morning, and I was worried about it as I drove (over the speed limit, of course) to class. I felt rushed and very out of sorts emotionally, which I hate, so I sent up a little prayer that I get my head on straight so classes didn't suck today. Between not sleeping well and not eating well, I didn't have much hope for a good class experience today. But wouldn't you know it, when I got to class there were signs posted that "all technique classes are canceled today".
Hmmm... Coincidence? Maybe, but I personally look at it as a little gift sent by the universe and the big man upstairs, giving me just what I need today.
AND, as the cherry on top, I didn't finish my reading assignment for today, so now I can do that and be prepared for my dance history class this afternoon.
I don't know why I'm surprised every time something like this happens. Maybe I doubt that things might actually work in my favor for once, or that I deserve it... especially these days.
While it is a surprise each time, it is a welcome surprise. Somedays I feel like I'm just too tired to keep carrying around all that I do, so when little things happen it gives me that extra push to keep going.