I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate all the moments I ever got frustrated because life wasn’t going according to my plan. Seriously though, if it were, I would probably be lonelier than ever, less fit, more stressed and a host of other things I think I’d rather not imagine. Today, I am sitting at home, not where I planned to be a little more than 24 hours ago. You see over the course of a simple week just about every single plan I had was highjacked…and all I can do in hindsight is laugh.
I recently finished writing my first book. I hadn’t planned to finish so quickly, but hey, no complaints from me. In a race to meet my new deadline I planned a photoshoot for the Cover and Website for this past Saturday. In a wicked turn of events on Friday night, the night I planned to hit CrossFit and come home to clean and get organized for a busy weekend - I bailed on a box jump had a terrible fall and wound up spending most of Friday Night at St. Michael’s Hospital Emergency Room being monitored for a severe head trauma. Least to say, I now had a goose egg the size of a hockey puck on my forehead and slice across my nose.
I woke up Saturday after a night of icing my face. With the can do attitude of one of the most brilliant photographers and a girlfriend a bit of makeup and some clever camera angles and the shoot was a success! Just in time before the bruising and blackeye really took over. I scrambled through the rest of the weekend, which included a trip to clear out a property I just sold and meeting with the Lawyer about an hour outside of Toronto. Simple enough, except for the curve ball Mother Nature threw - how about a snow and ice storm?
As usual, despite the frenzy and stress levels, it all worked out just fine. Back into the city in time to wrap a day of work and pack to leave today for Chicago. Emptied out the fridge, three loads of laundry, squeezed one last workout in after work, and trip Cancelled. Yep, Chicago Airport was practically shut down due to freezing cold temperatures. Rather unfortunate as I had planned to stay the weekend and had a friend flying in to meet me. In stead, I scramble to cancel all the arrangements, rebook CrossFit sessions for the week, scrounge up enough food and rejig my week. As much as I was longing for a weekend in Chicago, I’m happy to finally sit down and collect my thoughts.
Tonight it was a chance to appreciate how the hell I got here today. All the times I hit the bottom, how many times my plans were blindsided and I wondered why? Well, I don’t know how the hell I got here, but I do believe I’m right where I’m meant to be. If I hadn’t followed this path, I could not sit here and smile at the new and unexpected direction my life has taken. The new people who have come into my life, the one’s who have left, but instilled tiny footprints on my heart. The adventure I’ve embarked on in writing a book. The way that my heart has learned to love, to lose and to still believe. I don’t know how the hell I got here, but I’m sure glad that I did. <3
Sometime's you're better off just going along for the ride, believing it's taking you in the right direction, and either way it's going to be one hell of an adventure!
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