To me what seems like a precious stone of sync is probably just a ball of crap to others.
Some days I just feel like I'm pushing shit up hill for nobody's benefit, including my own.
Sometimes I think it was no accident that Jung had a dung beetle present itself as a metaphor in one of his most famous stories of synchronicity.
See what you want to see I guess, and I'll just keep pushing on for my own benefit, whether readers to this blog think my synchronicities are just crap, or not.
I like to think I'm rolling something a little more precious when it comes to writing this blog, but on days like this I wonder.
I just need to rock on, I reckon.