I thank the universe for helping me realize that everything happens in life for a purpose.

Purpose is often something we assemble afterward, out of parts that did not look like parts at the time. The job that fell through in March is the reason you were free in June.

Nobody can see this from inside March. That is the honest difficulty: meaning tends to arrive on a delay, sometimes a delay of years.

What you are thanking, then, is your own willingness to keep the file open on things that have not resolved yet. To not close the case on a loss too early, in case it turns out to be a hinge.