This week was odd. I can't deny that. A few things happened, which I will most likely be blogging about at another time, when my head is clearer, and today I knew I was getting sick. I fought it all week, even went to bed early one night, but my lips became chapped. That's one of the first signs I'm succumbing to a cold or virus of sorts. This morning, I had the hardest time pulling myself out of bed.
My body ached, eyes stung, throat was sore and I just felt as though someone had taken a giant stick and pummelled me with it. About an hour ago, I told Noelle through Skype that writing wasn't working for me so I was going to take a bath and clear my head. Upon my departure, I instructed her to select a song to inspire me, for when I got out of the tub.
Now, she had already signed out by the time I got back, but she did send me a song before she went. The song made me smile. It completely lifted my mood, even though I still feel that scratch at the back of my throat. Her selection proves to me that we are inexplicably connected. She doesn't really know the importance of this artist to me, yet she selected exactly what I needed to hear. Something to play on my heart strings and give me wings.
You know, some things aren't coincidence.