Last fall I bought a beautiful baby blue leather notebook, and it lay untouched for months. I buy beautiful notebooks, and they lay dormant, becoming part of a collection of unused notebooks, they’re too pretty to mess up with my scribbling so they lay empty. I realized how ridiculous this was this past February when I decided in a matter of seconds that I am deleting my Instagram, it’s too distracting, I don’t even like it anymore, it’s bored me for ages, and instead I would try to pay closer attention to whatever came up for me. That’s vague, but in my mind I thought I would try to see what I’d become aware of if I paid more attention. And then I decided to buy a new notebook and write down every coincidence I encountered. And instead of buying a new notebook,I grabbed the baby blue leather notebook and it became my record of coincidences.
Oh, I am going to start collecting coincidences. I loved reading yours.