As Luck Would Have It
Sunday, April 5, 2009
As luck would have it, this person got a really good seat. As luck would have it, I happened to stop at the Tolovana Wayside parking lot and see this silhouette.
However, I don't know this person. Maybe she (it is a "she') spotted this bench hours before, or has been there every evening during spring break--and spring breaks past. Maybe she planned this evening, hence the backpack. Truth be told, I brought my camera along for a reason: I planned to shoot some photos.
Luck or planning? Opportunity or pre-destination? Yes, it's only a photo op and a ringside seat to a sunset, but, as usual, I'm finding a relevancy to this moment in my life. I am planning and planning and planning some more. This week my new LLC should be ready. I had hoped to have something in progress by February 1st. Nope. The right opportunities hadn't presented themselves.
Now I am crawling ahead, weighing opportunities that come along, and trying to plan my moves, my path. I'm looking at where I want to go, and looking for the clear way to it.
Some believe that one is born with a map, a timeline and a "to do" list to check off. Others believe that one lands here and starts making choices that lead to the next choice and the next circumstance that leads to the next choice and situation and on and on of our own free wills. Animals live in the now, which is hard for humans.
I think the obstacle course we call Life is a combination of luck and planning, maybe more like a maze. There's a path through it, but we have to make the right turns, or we end up at a wall, have to turn around and hope we don't repeat the same pattern. Skill, intuition, risk, endurance all come into play. This is most apparent in the way I arrived in CB. I describe the "choice" of Cannon Beach (as opposed to Seaside or Rockaway Beach) as "throwing a dart at a map," but once I arrived here for the first time, it felt like the right answer to a puzzling question. Who/What guided that dart--and, most compelling to me at this moment, why? I had opportunities to vacation in Oregon or Cape Cod. Since I've moved here I've missed my friends, my house and East Coast culture to the point of tears, but, given the choice to move back, I would likely choose to stay here.
As far as luck goes, I am extremely fortunate. In hindsight, I can look at even potentially treacherous situations where Something obviously glided me through and beyond, sometimes without my recognizing the danger I was in. I live in a beautiful place, have wonderful landlords, and drive a safe car. I feel most fortunate to have the best friends I could ever have, near and far, in any life.
And, for my friends, my blessings, and for wherever my path leads I, again, am taking this opportunity to say thank you.
As luck would have it, this person got a really good seat. As luck would have it, I happened to stop at the Tolovana Wayside parking lot and see this silhouette.
However, I don't know this person. Maybe she (it is a "she') spotted this bench hours before, or has been there every evening during spring break--and spring breaks past. Maybe she planned this evening, hence the backpack. Truth be told, I brought my camera along for a reason: I planned to shoot some photos.
Luck or planning? Opportunity or pre-destination? Yes, it's only a photo op and a ringside seat to a sunset, but, as usual, I'm finding a relevancy to this moment in my life. I am planning and planning and planning some more. This week my new LLC should be ready. I had hoped to have something in progress by February 1st. Nope. The right opportunities hadn't presented themselves.
Now I am crawling ahead, weighing opportunities that come along, and trying to plan my moves, my path. I'm looking at where I want to go, and looking for the clear way to it.
Some believe that one is born with a map, a timeline and a "to do" list to check off. Others believe that one lands here and starts making choices that lead to the next choice and the next circumstance that leads to the next choice and situation and on and on of our own free wills. Animals live in the now, which is hard for humans.
I think the obstacle course we call Life is a combination of luck and planning, maybe more like a maze. There's a path through it, but we have to make the right turns, or we end up at a wall, have to turn around and hope we don't repeat the same pattern. Skill, intuition, risk, endurance all come into play. This is most apparent in the way I arrived in CB. I describe the "choice" of Cannon Beach (as opposed to Seaside or Rockaway Beach) as "throwing a dart at a map," but once I arrived here for the first time, it felt like the right answer to a puzzling question. Who/What guided that dart--and, most compelling to me at this moment, why? I had opportunities to vacation in Oregon or Cape Cod. Since I've moved here I've missed my friends, my house and East Coast culture to the point of tears, but, given the choice to move back, I would likely choose to stay here.
As far as luck goes, I am extremely fortunate. In hindsight, I can look at even potentially treacherous situations where Something obviously glided me through and beyond, sometimes without my recognizing the danger I was in. I live in a beautiful place, have wonderful landlords, and drive a safe car. I feel most fortunate to have the best friends I could ever have, near and far, in any life.
And, for my friends, my blessings, and for wherever my path leads I, again, am taking this opportunity to say thank you.
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