Everyone says “don’t let opportunities pass you by.”
In a lot of ways I’ve lived much of my life in fear of opportunities passing me by. What if that one was “the one?” The one that changes my life forever? That catapults me into my rightful place amongst the stars? Except so many of them never were catapults.
Recently, I had an opportunity that I am now choosing to let pass me by, reluctantly, a bit sadly. What if that one was “the one?” It’s not that I don’t think “the one” opportunity isn’t still out there, looking for me too. In fact, I think it’s waiting for me to be ready for it because that’s the thing about “the ones.” There isn’t just one time for them to find me. Not if they really are “the one.” Everything that I am meant to do has often come back to me in a circle.
Like my husband. Have I told you about my personal love story?
This is a true story about me and my husband. We met once, when he was a freshman and I was a sophomore in college. Us and a bunch of friends were hanging out together the day we met and talked and talked and talked. And when I asked him if he wanted to hang out again soon (I was totally hedging my bets) he said, “I don’t want a girlfriend right now.” Since I had only just met him and only thought, “Gee, he’s nice,” I wasn’t particularly hurt or upset by the rejection, I just said “Fine” and went back to my dorm.
I didn’t see him again for a year
We had different classes and paths at the college. The second time we started hanging out because a couple of mutual friends started dating and we both joined Tae Kwondo and Shakespeare class. And again after awhile he told me a second time that he didn’t want a girlfriend. I was crushing hard for another guy at the time and I again rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Geez, I’m just trying to be friends.” I did mention at the top of this post that I’m talking about my current husband, right?
Turns out he knew
Well, it turns out that, according to him, he knew I was supposed to be his wife the moment he saw me. But instead of that being romantic and the stuff of movies, he ran the opposite way. Fate wasn’t in charge of him, he made his own destiny. The problem was, I kept being around him. After that second unsolicited rejection, we continued to hang out and talking and apparently continued being cute. We got yelled at by the Shakespeare teacher for being disruptive in her class because he wouldn’t stop talking to me, even after class had started. In Tae Kwondo, during sparring, we had to be separated because our exchanges were getting too violent. And then there was… the first kiss. Which I’ll tell you more about next week!