Since Christmas, I’ve been receiving unexpected gifts from the universe every day. I don't totally know why, but I suspect it is part of my growth journey. The gifts come most often when I go out in the world and talk to people.
The pattern is simple but persistent: when I stay home, nothing happens. When I step outside — even without a plan — something meets me. The gift isn’t always the thing itself, but the reminder that participation matters.
Some arrivals felt inconvenient, awkward, or mistimed. Only later did I realize they were gentle course corrections.