Despite five and a half years of blogging synchronicity, I am just now creating a post about synchronicity. Why now? Because of the synchronicity of this sign:
I saw that in the synchroni-city of Boston, last night.
Here’s a definition of “synchronicity”:
syn·chro·nic·i·ty
siNGkrəˈnisədē
noun
the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.
“such synchronicity is quite staggering”
Are you ready for the simultaneous occurrence of photos that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection?
I’m concerned about many things. Perhaps that’s what’s about my taking this concerned photo yesterday:
I’m concerned about people in power acting bananas.
I’m concerned about the people who ask for money when I’m stopped at traffic lights on my commute to and from work. I’ve started offering them bananas with concern, which some of them take.
I’m concerned about my wonderful dentist, Dr. Luis Del Castillo, who has been reading and appearing in this blog (here and here) for years. Dr. Del Castillo just received a double lung transplant. If you’re reading this, Dr. Del Castillo, I send you concern and love.
I was concerned about many things when I took my other photos yesterday.
The first three videos that pop up on YouTube in response to “concerned about” are concerned about the current U.S. President, whom I’m concerned about.
Last night, I called Michael over to go over my many worried thoughts about matters hanging over me. When my fitful monologue was over, Michael thought over what he’d heard and said, “Ann, the way you’re overthinking borders on the completely ridiculous.” I realized that the way I was overthinking didn’t border on the completely ridiculous — it actually went over the border into the completely ridiculous.
Michael helps me get control over my overthinking. However, I’m not over overthinking — it’s a habit that’s hard to get over. I know I’m overthinking again this morning, because I’m anxious over decisions I made over the long weekend and I’m overthinking the consequences. However, I’m not thinking that I might be overlinking to that inc. article about “10 Simple Ways You Can Stop Yourself from Overthinking,” which includes
Don’t think about what can go wrong, but what can go right.
Distract yourself into happiness.
Put things into perspective.
Stop waiting for perfection.
Change your view of fear.
Realize you can’t predict the future.
Accept your best.
Yes, I was overthinking many things yesterday, but not my early morning tweeting:
After reading the latest dispatches in these celebrity/political feuds: When did “turn the other cheek” become hit them in the cheek 10 times harder?
And I wasn’t overthinking when I took these photos:
I don’t think I’m all by myself alone in overthinking, even though it drives people bananas. At this point, I don’t want to rethink anything, including my pretzel.
When this post is over, please bring over your thinking about overthinking, rethinking, and other kinds of thinking.
Last night, when I was at an American supermarket (which was one of the world’s scariest places in the Robin Williams movie “Moscow on the Hudson”), I saw this:
I don’t know what’s included in that magazine of the world’s scariest places. Perhaps it includes places where there’s
genocide,
prejudice,
sexual abuse,
physical abuse and/or
emotional abuse.
What do you think are the world’s scariest places?
Are there any scary places here?
Hospitals can be some of the world’s scariest places, so I’m glad that the hospital where I work has a string quartet playing near the entrance.
There are so many “World’s Scariest Places” videos on YouTube that it’s scaring me, so here’s that scene from “Moscow on the Hudson.”
I hope the comments section here is not a scary place and that you’ll place a comment, below.
Thanks to Robin Williams, the hospital where I work, magazines, supermarkets and every other place, person, and thing that helped me write this world’s-scariest-places post. And thanks to you — of course! — for helping to make this blog one of the safest places I know.
