December Love Letter

Your DOING is what's stopping you from BEING where you want to be.

Sometimes life delivers its teachings not through grand revelations, but through the quiet choreography of ordinary moments. This is a story about a mattress.

A magical encounter that taught me something

I hate my mattress.
The girl who used to live in my apartment left hers behind, and I just… kept it. It was uncomfortable, lumpy, and old. I kept planning to replace it, but somehow this task kept getting buried under my ever-changing, always-full to-do list.

So when my neighbour mentioned he was getting a new mattress and asked if I knew anyone who needed one, I said, “I know exactly the right person.”

Weeks passed, and he messaged me that it was ready. He offered to help me bring it over, so naturally, I decided to move my old mattress out by myself.

It was heavy and uncooperative, and at some point ended up wedged perfectly into the stair railing, halfway down, right before my doorway. I called my neighbour - no answer. I called my other neighbour, the girl across the hall, and sent her a photo of my situation. Just when I was certain it was me, myself, and I against the mattress, I heard her footsteps outside my window.

We pushed. We pulled. And somehow, it only got more stuck with every attempt. Right then, my mom texted that she was on her way, reminding me we had plans for coffee. And my mom is not someone you keep waiting.

Somehow, on the count of three, we managed to rotate it just right and pull it through the doorway, across the garden, all the way to the street. We left it beside the big green community trash bin, making sure it wasn’t blocking anything.
Phase one: complete.

Just as my mom and I stepped out for coffee, I saw the city's trash truck lift the mattress and carry it away. Perfect timing. A little wink from the universe.

We went to a cute spot nearby, came back, and chatted for another hour and a half. I knew phase two, getting the new mattress into my place, would have to wait until she left. I needed something to sleep on that night.

Right as she was heading out, my friend called:
He’d just finished tattooing at the studio. “Want to grab a spontaneous coffee?”
“Sure,” I said, because of course.

He arrived exactly two minutes after my mom left. He and my neighbour carried the new mattress in, placed it exactly where it needed to be, and solved the entire situation in under ten minutes.
Me? I didn’t lift a single finger.
I was already drinking my afternoon tea.

Bottom line:

Don’t worry about the HOW.
Focus on the WHAT, and let it go. Trust it will be signed, sealed, and delivered. And most importantly: chill the fuck out.

When you obsess over the how, you narrow the number of possible solutions.
When you anchor into the what, you zoom in on what truly matters.

That’s what creates the opening for things to unfold in the most effortless way.

How are YOU narrowing down your paths to getting what you say you want?

Or better yet - how is your DOING, getting you away from BEING the thing you want?

A quote I’m pondering

“Synchronicity is the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that cannot be explained by cause and effect, and that is meaningful to the observer. It is a principle that regulates relationships between events which lack a causal connection, yet are connected through their meaning. To the degree that we notice and receive these events, the world becomes transparent to the psyche.”

— Carl Jung, Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle

Share in the comments about a time things magically fell into place for YOU!

Until next time,

Be Magnificent,

Alex

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