One of my very dear friends and I were having a conversation about random encounters with strangers. Specifically, how many people I had talked to in the airport on a particular trip. The number was high. He was shocked.
It all started because I was telling a story about this woman who gave me her phone number in the baggage claim area just in case I was ever in Virginia. I had just met her, but she had pretty much caught me up on her life until that point as we sat watching the carousel spin without any hope of ever seeing our bags. I was fairly certain that the hatch of the plane opened and all of our luggage flew out and management was still working up the nerve to tell us what happened.
My friend asked, "How often does that happen to you. Conversations with total strangers."
"All the freaking time," I replied.
"That's just weird. It rarely happens to me."
Well, the difference between us is I am very open where he is very closed.
I walk around most of the time with my head up, eyes open, and with a curiousity that seeps out of my pores. I'm nosey, I eavesdrop, and I generally want to know what is going on a majority of the time.
He tends to not make as much eye contact, keeps his attention very focused on his own business, and generally has a phone, book, or something else to show the world that he had rather not be bothered.
My persona tends to be open invitational and his is more invite only.
Fantastic guy, but you may need to wait a little while for your invite.
That is fine. We are just different.
But I use this to illustrate the point when it comes to opportunities. I try my best to be open to those as well. Open to the universe. Leaning in to eavesdrop on what she is trying to tell me, or hell, even tell other people. Nosey, remember? I got FOMO (fear of missing out), and so I don't want to miss anything. Not saying I don't, but I try not to. I look for the signs and coincidences. I try to hear the whispers and clues she leaves for us.
Like I mentioned yesterday, the universe loves to see us succeed. Think of a kind and gentle mentor that isn't overbearing, listens to your requests, and tries to get you to your happy place–if it thinks it's right for you. It will point you in a different direction if you just have it all wrong.
But it's not just listening to the universe, it's saying I hear you. Saying thank you. Showing gratitude for its gifts.
I recommend this. It's a beautiful concept.
Some people ignore the whispers of the universe, or remain so closed off that they are not approachable. If you are closed off to the universe, then it is not going to bother trying to talk to you. Not unless you are standing on its foot. Which, it might just give you a shove–cause you have already proven that you don't listen anyway.
So, if you aren't doing it already, give it a try. Open your eyes wide. Eavesdrop. Show your curiosity. And when she speaks to you, remember to say thank you.
P.S. I did get my bags at the airport. I'm also a bit impatient.