This semester, I am fortunate enough to not have class on Monday. I am a firm believer in the philosophy that how you start your week is how it goes. So I was planning on getting a ton of work done, and being ahead all week. Turns out God (or the entropy of the universe, if non-believers want to attribute things differently) had a MUCH different plan in mind.
I fell asleep around 4am on Monday Morning. Between trying to finish some work, and having stuff on my mind, I just wasn’t destined to get to sleep earlier. I decided I’d wake up at 9, and get a normal start to the day. I turned in my work, and spent some time hanging out with friends. They all had places to go, so I sat in my campus cafe playing Plants Vs. Zombies on my laptop. Some friends returned, and we got into a fairly deep conversation. They had to go to class, so I said I would walk them to their class.
Then I was convinced to join them in their class. Yup. That is right. Yesterday, I went to and sat through a lecture in a class that I am not enrolled in. It was a class on Music of the World, or something like that. The lecture was on the blues, and how the blues led to other forms of music, like rap and rock and stuff. Really interesting stuff.
My friend who convinced me to go is an RA, so I suggested that for going to class with my friend, they should use their Dining Dollars to buy me dinner. Bam. Free food. And as we were eating, a mutual friend came to us with some concerns and worries. I was able to be there for someone. We spent two and a half hours talking, arguing, reflecting and talking more.
After this conversation ended, I had several thoughts on my mind. That is what I wanted to share with you.
1) I was resistant to going to the class with my friend. And then I did. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to be there to support my friend in their support of our other friend. Which I legitimately think was a significant experience. I am always really good at giving advice, but sometimes forget to take my own medicine. This was a reminder of that.
2) I love people. As much as I prefer to be in a space of my own, by myself, I love being with people. I felt much less lonely during the time I was with my friends than I have in the past week. I was solving problems, and I was supporting people.
3) Life is incredible. Really. Think about everything. All the challenges we face, all the happiness we move through. All of everything. The bright, sunny days. The dark, rainy days. A log in the fire place, the comfort of good friends. It all adds up to being incredible.
Anyways. I just wanted to share this with you. Everything happens a certain way for a reason.