Just because I’m turning forty doesn’t mean I know everything. (But I will in 16 days…just kidding.) But I do feel like I’ve learned a few things. One of those things I’ve learned is that there is “woo woo” in the world. (Mind you, “woo woo” is a very technical term, one I learned from my mom, Gayl. You’ll be hearing from her in tomorrow’s guest post.)
Anyway, woo woo is that stuff that happens that just feels like more than a coincidence. It’s when you meet a kindred spirit (I am thankful to have found several). When you read something you were meant to read — for example, I believe I read Mary Karr’s books *just* when I was meant to read them. When you find the right therapist(s) to help you get over your s*it. When you sit down to chat with someone and realize you are both writers and this one conversation opens up a whole new world. So, you know…there’s woo woo in the world.
Well, in the search for 31 blog topics about turning 40, I just did a Google search: turning 40 blogs. Several links popped up. I clicked on one. It takes me to a page which says this:
I turned 40 on the 25th of May 2010 and I set myself some challenges.
If you’re new here, or if you’ve missed when my birthday is this month, I’ll tell ya. It’s May 25, 2011. What are the chances of that? The woo woo-ness of this moment goes on (how this random post from June 2010 popped up in Google, some similarities between the woman’s life and mine, etc.). But I won’t bore you with the details. Another thing I’ve learned about woo woo is that people can give you the she-is-one-crazy-chick look when you go too deep with woo woo.
Just know this: in my forty years, I’ve learned to appreciate woo woo when I see it.