You settle into a routine, only to have it upended by something small. You have all your plans laid out, then one hour happens, and everything you lined up is off.
I’ve never believed in “chance” – and I don’t think things happen by coincidence. I think that everything happens because it was supposed to happen for some reason. Now before you get in an uproar because of something bad that happened to you that you had no control over so there couldn’t have been any reason for it, I’m here to tell you 1) I did too, having been molested and raped multiple times in my life, just as an example and 2)I’m finally at a place where I can reconcile the “good” of the “bad”, both big and small.
Imagine those times when you were late by 5 minutes, and as you went on your way, you hear about or see an accident that JUST happened. Be glad for your lost time.
Imagine those times when you had every intention of going out (wherever out may have been) and your plans got completely ruined, only to find out later that some massive tragedy happened OR that it wasn’t as interesting a function as you thought it would have been. Be glad that you had to sit at home (with your money still in your pocket and/or your legs underneath you – because you could have lost both and not been able to get them back).
So inhale and exhale…it’s really not that big a deal. As a matter of fact, it’s probably better than you think.
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