Last night, as I was sifting through my receipts to set up the accounting for the studio. I came across the receipt that was instrumental in this recent string of synchronicity.
Saturday, August 15, 2015…Happy Nails…deluxe pedicure. Thank goodness for my high maintenance feet, a franchise no-go, and my slow-selling house. Thank goodness for this receiptal reminder of how amazing synchronicity is.
Running into Barre3 that Saturday morning, an email notification from my broker popped up on my phone with the signed agreement from the couple buying my house. A step closer to closing. Hurray for progress and a finish line within sight. Kicking off my sandals, I notice a crack in my big toe nail and another toenail with chipped polish. Ugh, I must go get my feet fixed today…
After finishing my last class of the day, I just wanted to go home. To make matters worse, I didn’t know where to go. Nail salons abound in Vegas, but my figure skating legacy (on my feet!) coupled with teaching barefoot formats make it such that I can’t just go anywhere. My trusted aesthetician had left her salon so I texted her for suggestions. As I typed her recommendation into Google Maps, an odd feeling swept over me…like something big was about to happen. I buckled my seatbelt securely and drove a little more cautiously up the street…thinking the only big thing that could possibly happen en route to a nail salon would be a car accident!
Arriving safely (with a sigh of relief), I stepped out of my car and, off to the right, a pink sign caught my eye…”elements fitness”…a gym for women. Hmm, maybe they would be interested in adding willPower & grace to their roster of classes? As a new master trainer, I had been looking for studios in Las Vegas where I could certify instructors and expand the program. That had enticed me to Barre3 and an education in studios, but, so far, no luck in the certification department. Maybe a women’s only gym would be more receptive? Stepping closer, I noticed a white piece of paper hanging on the door…”Dear Members”…a letter apologizing for the abrupt closure, dated July 2015. Peering inside, the place looked beautiful…empty, but beautiful. Classy flooring, lots of windows, modern light fixtures…
The nail salon was a good choice. It was empty for a Saturday afternoon. I appreciated the no wait and the wireless. From my pedicure perch, I decided to Google for info on the closed gym. One positive review on Yelp!, and not much else. Perhaps a case of a difficult franchise agreement? I had become well-versed in franchising recently as I entertained the idea of opening a Barre3 franchise across town. At that moment, a familiar voice drew my attention away from my iPad. Manny, my former trainer…of all people…and of all places?! I hadn’t seen or spoken to him for nearly a year. Among a row of pedicure chairs, he was seated right next to me. Of course. Forced conversation. Holy divine intervention.
Catching up, I told him about the past year. So much had happened since we had trained for North Americans. As we chatted, I started connecting seemingly random developments with aspirations and discovery…roadblocks with resistance and places that needed to heal. My house was finally closing. The house had been a major piece of resistance for me. I sensed it was a part of this unfolding, but not sure why the timing was occurring quite so slowly…well, until two weeks later.
August 21. Another email from my broker. One more addendum. This should be it, she emailed optimistically. Always optimistic. My broker and I are kindred spirits. This was our 4th real estate transaction together in as many years. I acknowledged how long and drawn out this particular one had been, and how instrumental she had been in keeping the ball rolling. So, I inquired…do you have expertise in commercial listings as well?
My house closed on September 1. I signed my studio lease less than two weeks later. The timing couldn’t have been closer…or better. If I had closed months before, I wouldn’t have been in touch with my broker. If I hadn’t acted so promptly, the landlord would have gone through with another tenant proposing to open a doggie spa. And, there’s so much more…I can think of twenty more connections to this particular tale. The point isn’t necessarily the number of connections or the connection itself, it is the acknowledgement of the connection…the acknowledgement of synchronicity in our lives. Our job is to simply notice and…applaud the really good ones!
A key part of the tale is in timing. When we let go of the timing, sequence, and exact outcome, we invite synchronicity to show us to our higher unfolding…with greater ease. For me, franchising Barre3 wasn’t quite it, but delving into the franchise agreement certainly played a key role in discovery. Self-discovery. Funny, I always wished for a studio growing up…a better place to practice my skating routines…instead of our crowded living room. Now, I have one…or something even better….something I can share with the world. So, now the question is, do I dust off my figure skates or invest in something more suitable for ballroom dancing? My gut (and my husband…) are prodding me toward the latter. Time and synchronicity will tell!
When we are led or inspired, the same task can feel inherently different. I actually enjoyed reconciling my credit card bills last night…and that NEVER happens! Indicating the difference between ease and tension, flow and resistance, our emotions serve as a powerful guidance system. In our personal narrative, we start to catch a glimpse of the bigger picture, the deeper meaning. So, sit around the fire (proverbial or real…) and share your story. The thing about synchronicity is the more we notice it, the more we experience it. Dream big. Desire more.