After my burnout, I stopped waiting for life to fix itself. Instead, something unexpected happened: life started meeting me halfway.

I think spiritualists call it synchronicity. When you finally align with yourself, patterns begin falling into place. Not in dramatic, movie-scene ways, but in small, persistent whispers that say: you're on the right path.

From the outside, my burnout looked like defeat. I felt like a failure. But looking back, it forced me to rebuild my life around what actually matters. I earn less now, but I'm at peace. I have time to read, to learn languages, to make bread, to swim. I'm free from the career treadmill I thought I needed.

And then the synchronicities started.

I'd been eyeing a day trading course for months. It’s completely out of my budget. I let it go, decided to figure it out myself. A few days later, the instructor announced he was offering it free as a thank-you for his recent blessings.

During the festive season, when money runs thin, I worried about my bank account. At our Christmas party, I joined some games on a whim, just for fun. I won several rounds and walked away with prize money.

These aren't grand miracles. But they're consistent enough to notice. Persistent enough to make me wonder if "don't worry, everything's going to be alright" isn't just a platitude. Maybe it's a pattern you only see once you stop fighting so hard.

I'm grateful for these small confirmations. They feel like life nodding along, saying: yes, keep going.

Burning out was the best worst thing that happened to me. It taught me that sometimes falling apart is just making room for things to fall into place.