Started a new job on Tuesday. The fourth job I've had in the last 30 years.
And I started each and every job -
on Janurary 15th.
Every one of them.
Granted the spacing was the first year, the next year, five years later, then twenty-three years later.
But everyone of them started on January 15th.
Huh.
There's really no way of knowing the uniqueness of things as we're drivin' up on 'em.
It's when we see 'em all lined up in the rearview mirror that things take on a wonder. An awe.
Like Someone set it up. And had it under control the whole time.
There's that. And that things might make even more sense further down the road.
"Yeah, but what are the odds it just happened? Just a cosmic anomaly.
Sorry. I might be stupid, but I don't have enough faith or gullibility to believe that.
Duh, eh?