I was at a client’s yesterday. We were discussing a blog I write for him; and what the topic should be for the next post. He was intrigued because three different situations had taken place within two days. Two of them on the same day, and one the day after. Coincidentally they were all connected. And he thought it would make for an interesting story. I agreed.
But it made me think about my own life.
Not long after I started freelancing I was in a boutique. Although it was literally around the corner from where I lived, and I’d walked past it dozens of times, I’d never been in. Until that moment. Located in a victorian town house, it’s spread over two floors. I was on the main floor. Suddenly, for no reason that I can remember, I looked behind me. Coming down the stairs was a former client. We hadn’t seen each other in years.
For a minute or two we just stared at each other. Of all places to run into each other. When she found out I was freelancing, she immediately told me she had a lot of work for me. Unbelievable.
So. Was that meeting nothing more than a chance encounter? Just two people finding themselves in the same place at the same time; and nothing more. Was it serendipitous? If I’d woken up that day telling myself that I had to start looking for clients, would I have bumped Continue reading