Happy accidents

Those who know me well know well: I love the life I've been given. But I'll be honest, like most everybody, there are times when I revel in the fantasy that this or that factor of my existence could be different. Nonetheless, I am generally content, and even occasionally at ease, though there are still myriad frustrations and unfulfilled aspirations in my life. Yet the fact remains: given the opportunity to actually change any part of it with a wink, in a moment, I'd probably forgo the chance.

Too much good to wish too hard for too much to change.

I never expected to live a life so full of blessing. But that's probably because, as I've stumbled through it for he past 45 years, I've never really been able to see all that much of the trail in front of me. Mostly the twists and turns of my life have come as a surprise, as a series of happy accidents, and often well-after bitter disappointment and loss.

Long-term planning is neither something I'm good at nor is it something I've found I can count on.

But that's okay. Because I've learned, I think, to be a little less afraid of life's changes as they come.  And even, at times, to welcome the unexpected.  Likewise, I like to imagine that I've grown in my ability to recognize that sometimes happy accidents do occur, that in fact my life has been a long series of them. And in the main, it's all worked out pretty well as far as I'm concerned.