Sometimes you get what you need
Sometimes in life, pleasant surprises come out of nowhere.
It’s not out of the realm of possibility that you will find precisely what it is that you are looking for in life, precisely when you are looking for it, but it’s much more likely that what you are looking for will show up when you least expect it.
Life’s funny that way. Frequently, we are denied what we want, in favour of what we really need. And other times, when we least expect it, we get hit upside the head by something wonderful.
That something wonderful could be a new job, a new friend, a new toy or even a new feeling. For some, just the act of finding your smile is a miracle to be thankful for – and I think that most people in my age bracket know precisely when something – or someone – wonderful has come into their life. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but this summer has been absolute miracle and that’s for many, many reasons.
I’ve been triply blessed in myriad ways I can’t describe. I’ve reconnected with old friends and made a few excellent new ones. My training business has jumped up and I’ve noticed a marked intersection between my life outside of my profession and my business. That’s proven to be a real positive, and I feel like I’m making a difference in the world again with my writing work at Iori:wase at www.kahnawakenews.com.
For the record, the name of the paper is Mohawk and is pronounced YEE-or-EE Vah-Zay. Say it a couple of times if you want to practice. I did. Now, I’m a pro.
I’m blessed to be working with my old Concordia University classmate – and outstanding writer, photographer, videographer and expert on pretty much everything -- Greg Horn -- and Jordan Standup, whose writing is on par with Greg’s and is also a trusted voice in professional media and has been for many years. He also has a twisted sense of humor I happen to share.
I’m lucky, man. So lucky.
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On another note, the football season has been allowed to begin. That being the case, I’m on the field with the Lakeshore mosquito and peewee teams five nights a week these days. We’re blessed to be able to coach a sport we love so much, even if we have to it wearing masks.
So the mosquitoes and peewees both kick the season off in St. Lazare on Saturday morning, and it’s like Christmas for me. Well, no.
More like Christmas, my birthday, Halloween and even New Year’s Eve all rolled into one. I mean, it doesn’t get better than this.
Or, maybe it could. Maybe I could reconnect with an old friend in a magical and serendipitous way. Maybe I could happen across true kindness and beauty -- the kind of feeling that can only be described in rom-coms (an unfairly maligned art form, I might add).
Maybe I’ll rediscover the magic of life and summer in a way I’m still not all the way sure I can put my finger on. Maybe I’ll debate the usefulness of the Oxford comma and maybe I’ll grin ear to ear for a while.
Sometimes, life gives you what you are looking for AND what you need.
All at once.