defined: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
At times I go through life feeling like I am in the passenger seat- observing. Life passing by me and I am seeing, experiencing it. I don't have control yet things keep happening in this particularly fine order. It just keeps making sense. That's all I can say. I'm reading the right things, sipping good whiskey when an amazingly warm human sits down, stumbling upon an industry I might love, taking a class with the most inspirational professor I've ever had, I mean really. I'm in this period of high high's and low low's. Life keeps happening when I least expect it and I'm confronting my fears, anxieties, life situations, and accepting them for what they are- with the help from some new and old friends.
You know how sometimes you meet people or have an opportunity to connect with somebody you've known for a while and it just clicks? You know those friends that the conversation flows so naturally that suddenly the sun is rising and you haven't slept? In these life moments, you keep thinking to yourself, 'Holy crap they are speaking my language.' They get it. I don't have to repeat, reiterate, rephrase, reinvent. They see life through a familiar lens. That is so precious. I mean really- these people are heart treasures. I am so grateful to be able to be the true, unfiltered, me that I am and for the endless support that subsides.
Man at the bar: I can talk to you for ten minutes and you'll know some of my most intimate and painful life moments. No pity or shock. An ear. Nodding and listening. There are people that I have known for years that I spend real face time with that know a tenth of what I just told you. Thank you.
"We're not often permitted to tell the truth in everyday life. There is a small set of words and reactions and pleasantries we are allowed to say like, 'I'm fine and you?' But we are not supposed to say much of anything else, especially how we are really doing. We find out early that telling the whole truth makes people feel uncomfortable and is certainly not ladylike or likely to make us popular, so we learn to lie sweetly so that we can be loved. And when we figure out the system, we are split in two: the public self, who says the right things in order to belong, and the secret self, who thinks other things." -Glennon Doyle Melton