Alright folks, today’s experiment felt kinda silly at first, but honestly? It shook me. Started simple: I wanted to actually test if I was just drifting along or if something… bigger was nudging things. Call it luck, magic, whatever. Gotta be some sign, right?
The Morning Setup
Woke up feeling restless. Decided this was the day. Grabbed my dusty old notebook – the one I scribble nonsense in sometimes. Flipped to a blank page, big letters at the top: “Proof of Magic? Track the Coincidences.” Felt dramatic, but whatever.
Made a promise to myself: For the next 24 hours, I’d pay insane attention. Any weird little thing, any gut feeling, any “what are the odds?” moment – no matter how tiny or stupid – I’d write it down immediately.
- No judgments. Dropped coffee grounds? Write it down.
- No overthinking. Felt a sudden urge to call Mom? Write it down.
- Just raw observation. Like being a detective in my own boring life.
Observing The Weirdness
First hour was… dull. Made breakfast. Burnt the toast slightly. Recorded it. “Burnt toast. Annoying. Is that magic? Probably not. Just me being clumsy.” Nearly tossed the notebook aside right then.
Around lunch, things got sparky. Was staring at my phone, trying to find this specific recipe blog I hadn’t visited in months. Couldn’t remember the name. Flipped Instagram mindlessly instead. Boom. First post on my feed? A friend cooking… THE EXACT DISH from that very blog! She tagged them. Scribbled furiously: “Looked for obscure recipe –> Recipe’s author pops up on IG feed instantly. Wild.” Okay, kinda cool.
Then, the weird vibes hit. Walking home, got this insistent nagging feeling to take the slightly longer route past the old community garden. Didn’t know why. Just did it. Saw my neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, wrestling with two huge bags of potting soil. Looked overwhelmed. Helped her carry them to her car. Wrote: “Crazy urge to walk different way –> Found Mrs. H. needing help. Good vibes?” Maybe magic was being helpful?
The Big Punchline (& Pain)
Evening time. Honestly felt kinda smug. “Look at all these ‘signs’!” Was patting myself on the back. Then, disaster hit my plumbing. Heard this awful groaning noise, then BANG. Water heater sounded like it was dying. Panic wrote: “Water heater explosion-level noise?! NOT what I ordered, universe!” Felt screwed. Repair bill nightmare flashed before my eyes.
Called my Dad, totally stressed. “Dad, the heater’s gone rogue, sounds apocalyptic!” He just chuckled. “Funny you called,” he said. “Your Uncle Frank literally texted me 10 minutes ago. He just ripped out his brand-new water heater yesterday. Upgraded. Says the old one works perfectly, needs a new home by tomorrow or it goes to scrap.”
I froze. Seriously? My disaster timing lines up EXACTLY with a perfectly good, free replacement landing in my lap? That’s not just luck. That felt… orchestrated. Wrote it all down, hands shaking.
Staring At The Proof
Sat on the floor later, looking at that messy notebook page. Burnt toast. Recipe post. Mrs. Henderson. The exploding heater sound. Uncle Frank’s insane timing.
The “magic” isn’t always sparkles. Sometimes it sounds like dying pipes right before a free fix falls from the sky. Sometimes it feels like a stupid urge to walk a different street. Sometimes it just hurts until the solution shows up. That page proved it. Stuff is happening. Connections are firing. Maybe I’m not just drifting. Maybe… maybe my life holds more weird, messy, inconvenient, ultimately-helpful magic than I ever let myself believe. Scratches head. Still processing. But the proof? It’s right there, in scribbled, chaotic detail.
