What are the chances?

The sun’s out longer, the days feel looser, and the air has that buzzy pre-summer energy—like something’s about to crack. I’m staring out the window, and everything feels a little more alive than it should on a typical Tuesday. “Huh,” I think. “That’s odd.”

My Co–Star app—which I’ll admit has become a mild addiction—tells me today is all about synchronistic connections. Of course it does.

So I start wondering: am I just linking scattered dots like some cosmic connect four? Or… is that the whole point of living—to catch the signal buried inside the noise?

Things That Make You Go Hmmm

Carl Jung coined the term synchronicity nearly a century ago to describe those moments when events line up in time and feel deeply connected, even though there’s no clear reason they are.

No scientific method explains how or why these uncanny events might be linked, except through the meaning we assign to them. From a lab nerd’s perspective, it’s all just a coincidence. But from the inside—your perspective—it feels cosmically connected. The randomness has a rhythm. And it’s hard not to believe it’s pointing somewhere.

When synchronicities start to stack up, it can feel like you’ve caught a wave. There’s a silent sherpa guiding you—whispering through songs, signs, symbols—nudging you gently toward who you’re here to become.

Synchronicity doesn’t shout. It taps you on the shoulder, asking you to trust that life might actually know what it’s doing:

• A line in a song hits—suddenly you’re clear on something you didn’t even know was murky.

• You finally open that book that’s been lying around, and it answers the exact question you’ve been carrying.

• You bump into someone you haven’t seen in years on the exact day you were thinking about them

• The same number keeps following you—on clocks, receipts, locker numbers, license plates.

• A double déjà vu. You swear you’ve been here before—twice.

The logic doesn’t always track. But the timing is undeniable. These moments don’t prove anything in the scientific sense, but they do something else. They orient you. Not with a map, but with a compass. A quiet propelling forward.

Life flows more smoothly as you glide through it like hot butter on breakfast toast.

Lucky Number Seven

A client just told me some facts about his dad that stopped me in my tracks.

• Born on the 7th day of the 7th month at exactly 7:07 p.m.

• Weighed 7 pounds 7 oz at 7:07 pm

• First name: Charles— 7 letters

• Second name: Richard — 7 letters

And when he passed? It was the 7th day of the 7th month. At 7:30 p.m. On his 67th Birthday.

Yeah. I had chills, too.

In numerology, the number seven is often associated with completion—seven days of creation, seven chakras, seven notes in the scale, seven days in a week.

His father, it seemed, lived inside that rhythm. And when it was time to go, he slipped out quietly, like the final note in a song that knew just when to end.

Maybe That’s the Point

Optimizing for synchronicity means staying open to where the subconscious dances with the conscious. It’s here, just past logic— that your antenna tunes into whatever magic is unfolding.

It doesn’t offer clear answers, nor does it need to. Sometimes, just noticing is enough. You feel aligned with something larger, like stepping into the beat of a song you didn’t know you were grooving to.

The fact that you don’t fully understand the events may be the whole point. Synchronicity helps us practice presence and cultivate curiosity. It lets you make sense of the world—and your strange, beautiful place in it.

In a world obsessed with control, trusting the timing of things becomes a quiet act of resistance. Even the strangest coincidences can soften us, just enough, to consider that something deeper might be at play.

We may never prove synchronicity. But it gives us something just as powerful: a sense of meaning. A quiet feeling that we’re not just drifting and that maybe we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.

Perhaps it’s just the universe winking at us.