Today and every day, all the pieces are falling together perfectly in my life.

Pieces don't fall together. Somebody sits at the table trying the wrong ones for an hour, and the click at the end is preceded by a great deal of unglamorous fitting.

The passive voice is the problem in this idea. It suggests waiting, and that waiting is a strategy.

Some things do resolve on their own. More of them resolve because a person kept picking up pieces and testing them against edges. Handle one piece today — the loose end you have been leaving loose. Perfect timing usually describes, after the fact, effort that nobody saw.