The following random post will not have anything to do with my wrist. It is merely a reflection on my life recently. I apologize if you don't find it the least bit funny. It's actually not supposed to be funny, so please don't laugh.
I'm not really a religious person, never have been. I was the 5 year old who asked my mom where God came from. Terrified, she told me to ask my pastor, which I promptly did. When he replied, "He's always been here", I didn't buy it. Recently, however, I've started to think that somebody or something has my life mapped out for me already. Have you ever thought about that? I mean, really, things seem to constantly fall into place. Maybe I'm just the luckiest person in the world, but just when I am sure that my life is in shambles and I have no clue what I am doing or where I am going, something happens or someone comes along to make sense of it all. Every time, without fail, it falls into place.
Something has to be responsible for that. Whether it's God or Buddha or even just plain fate, something is making this happen. I would say it's karma, but I don't think I have done nearly enough good deeds to deserve such a wonderful life full of so many wonderful people. That's another thing I have started to realize- my life has been made so much better by the people around me. Sure, my own goals and decisions have improved my situation (somewhat), but I would be nowhere without my friends and family. I am so blessed to have all of you.
I guess whoever is mapping out my life is trying to equal the playing field a bit- absolutely nothing good has come from me breaking my wrist. Unless you count not having to lift stuff for work anymore a 'benefit.' Actually...now that I think about it...breaking my wrist kept me from spending a summer in Costa Rica. This is going to sound crazy, but if I had gone, I might have missed out on something really great things this spring/summer. And that would be a real tragedy.
But let's see- I was set on going to UGA for undergrad for a solid year. Once I got in, I randomly decided to go to Charleston instead. I didn't have a phenomenal time when I visited or even care about the campus so much, but for some reason I changed my mind. If had gone to UGA, I would have missed out on a 5 year relationship that impacted my life in so many MANY positive ways. If I had never been in that relationship, I might not have ever moved to Denver. And I don't even need to explain how sad that would be. I didn't play volleyball in college, which I have always seen as a mistake. But what if I had? Would I have the friends I have now? Would I be ripped with mannish muscle? Probably. But really, why didn't I want to play? And then, why did I decide to go to Beaver Creek on a terrible icey day in April? I wouldn't have broken my wrist, but my life might be extremely different right now.
I'm telling you- it may not seem like it at the time, but things are all coming together in their own mysterious, twisted way.
Anyways, I hope all of you have had or will have the same luck that I have had. Maybe my Aunt Shirley is in heaven, helpin' me out. If she's the one controlling all the good things in my life, I hope each one of you has an Aunt Shirley to watch out for you one day too.
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