Three times today I have encountered a word I seldom hear used but have always loved. I love the way it gently rolls off the tongue when I say it. I love the way it trills along when I hear it spoken. I opened my horoscope before I even climbed out of bed this morning. It began, “Your impulsive behavior is making you more open to serendipity…”
Now, I am the first to admit that I do tend to be impulsive but I can’t imagine how that could make me more open to serendipity. The very definition of the word is, “A happy accident or pleasant surprise”. With a shake of my head, I climbed out of bed and began my day.
Driving home from Ms. I listened to an audio book (I listen to them constantly while travelling back and forth now). I was startled to hear the author read the words, “Darling, you simply must open yourself up so that you will be prepared when serendipity comes calling!” I actually went back and listened to it a second time.
A few hours later, while listening to the radio in the background, I chuckled over a skit they were performing until I heard the punchline, “Blame it on serendipity.”
I am sitting here wondering what it all could possibly mean when it suddenly occurs to me that it could simply mean that I might receive the pleasant surprise of having a reason to use the word serendipity repeatedly. I came home to a wondrously clean house. That was definitely a pleasant surprise. Or maybe, there is a different sort of pleasant surprise awaiting me. Regardless, I have decided it is a serendipitous kind of day!
