Humans spot patterns even when there are none. It’s part of what we do to make sense of our world. It helps us to feel order.
A few years ago, it seemed like every time I went on annual leave I’d come back to find another member of our team had taken a new job. Now it’s measured in time since the stroke.
Exactly three months (to the very day) later, I went back to work; exactly six months (to the very day) later, I left said job permanently; and today, exactly nine months on, my boss left my old work too, and a dear person in my circle of friends has died, many decades too soon for my friends to bear.