Some days explain themselves later, or not

Maybe that jumble is exactly what I’m noticing.

Life doesn’t courteously arrange happiness, grief, opportunity, inconvenience, and revelation into separate appointments over time, or permit re-booking them.

Whatever ‘the items du jour’ are, they turn up together.

The sorting or scheduling comes later, if it comes at all.

A perfectly ordinary day can be carrying something enormous without bothering to tell us.

.Sometimes the meaning arrives late, after we’ve already walked past the moment that created it.

Some days arrive carrying their own flashlight or lantern.

Others show up apparently determined to test every plan, patience, assumption, and good intention we packed for the trip we weren’t planning just yet.

The odd part is that I often don’t know which kind of day I’m having until days later, so I might be feeling deer-in-headlight vulnerable the same day, or waking up from some groggy recollections a year from now, finally ‘getting it’ about something that happened way back when …

Sometimes much later, a week after, or the full meaning arrives during or immediately after that moment, with a self-forehead-slap, a grin, a muttered %!#@, or coming to the realization that something I nearly ignored mattered more than I knew.

That’s been on my mind because an email has been sitting with me since my first day in France in May. Unexpected. Intriguing. An invitation to discuss working together. I haven’t answered yet.

Why not?

Maybe today is the day.

Refer a friend