I was on the way to an entrepreneurial incubator meeting in Sandton last week. I was in Andre’s car as mine wouldn’t start. Luckily he was working from home that day. I really should go and get the battery looked at. Anyway. He doesn’t have a cellphone holder in his car or anywhere practical I can put my cellphone. Somewhere that is both safe and practical so I can see Google Maps and keep my eyes safely on the road. I was trying to see where I was going as I didn’t know that part of Katherine Drive, there were roadworks, and I had left home 10 minutes later than I had wanted to (the time it took to start my car, twice, have it not start, grab the house keys, open the door, get his car keys, get in his car, adjust the seat and mirrors and get out the front gate).
I vaguely remember driving along a road. It must have been Katherine Drive as the company I was going to see was on Katherine Drive. I saw a poster for a trampoline place in the middle island. The traffic was going quite slowly so I noticed it. I remember it because an indoor trampoline arena sounded like fun. Getting to my meeting and on time was more important so I put it out of my mind. Filed into the recesses of all the other junk I read, see, take in and file away.
On Easter Sunday it was late afternoon and Thing 2 was bouncing around on the furniture. This really irritates me. Thing 1 used my favourite couch as a trampoline and broke it. I remarked, quite testily, that we need to get the trampoline, that resides outside, fixed so Thing 2 can work out her energy on the trampoline, and not on my couches. She doesn’t so much as bounce, but runs across them, backwards, and forwards, irritating the hell out of me. I briefly thought of the poster for the indoor trampoline arena and wondered where it was and where I had seen it. I asked for divine guidance to let me remember or show me where this place is and let it go.
I was sitting at the dining room table with Thing 1 on Easter Monday and she finally saw fit to tell me what “bounce” was (4 days after me asking her) and where she had got the socks with the word “bounce” on. In fact, she was waving her foot in my face and showing me the rubber grips on the soles of the socks. She gets quite excited when she has an interesting story to tell and very irritated if I interrupt. Which I often do. It’s my right as a Mother. She had gone with her best friend and her family to an indoor trampoline centre and they had gotten free socks with their entrance fee.
It turns out “bounce” is an indoor trampoline centre! I got so excited but let her finish her story. Then I explained the synchronicity in what she was telling me. I had seen a sign for a trampoline place, hadn’t seen the name of it, couldn’t remember where I had seen the sign but remember seeing it, thinking it sounded like fun, and then filing it away. Then Thing 2 was jumping, sorry, running across the couches and I thought of the trampoline place, and then Thing 1 told me she had been to the exact place I had seen and was thinking about.
Maybe this is the beginning of what FLOW is. Not putting too much effort into things, and then trusting synchronistic events to happen.
I found my bounce. In a strange and weird way, but I literally found my “bounce”. Now to go and try them out and get Thing 2 jumping on a trampoline and not on my couches.
On a side note, after seeing the entrance fee prices it might be better to get the trampoline at home fixed. We’ll go once for the fun, the experience, and the free socks. Don’t forget the free socks.