So....I'm not good at blogs, but that's okay. For about 10 years I was an excellent diary journalist, and my diary even had a cute little lock and a cover with those frowny-looking angels from Renaissance art. So I feel like I put in the necessary time at some point.
Anyway, my friend Marly, who actually is good at writing in a blog on a regular basis, is keeping track of her adventures in India via her blog. I keep rereading her entry for one of her earliest days on the trip. She was meeting the people she'll be travelling with and they each had to pick a question out of a hat or some other ice-breaker nonsense. Her's was "When you're entering a pool, do you wade or do you jump?"Marly's gut said jump, and when she chose to analyze this answer, she still said jump. She chose to jump in more than one sense, and here she is having this whirlwind adventure.
Interestingly enough, this moment has me thinking more about fate than it does about the fact that in 3 months I may very well be jumping too (fingers crossed for France!). I mean Marly didn't have to pull that question, but she did, and it was the perfect catalyst for her confidence. I have so much to say on this front, but honestly, I don't like blogs. How am I supposed to freely reflect on anything when I know someone could be strolling through google, searching a phrase like "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and then BAM, here they are all in my life. It's creepy. You can't honestly disagree.
Anyway, I'll just say that fate, timing, the lack of control we have over our lives at the end of the day...it's all pretty amazing. I couldn't be more grateful for it to be out of my control.
