1. A man at the post office was complaining about the wait and then asked one of the postal workers how long it would be because he left his kid inside the car. When the postman asked him how old his child was he said "two." At that point, he had already been in line with me to get our passports renewed for at least twenty minutes. Really!!
2. A gentleman recently gave me a business card and on the front it said his name followed by what seemed like nineteen different businesses: barber, photographer, dog breeder, security, fashion designer, interior design etc. etc. in like size 9 font to all fit on the card. Really? As I stood before him, I had to resist the urge to sing the Kat Williams' version of "Everyday I'm Hustling, Everyday I'm Hustling."
3. I went to buy a sandwich at this tiny spot and she told me the sandwich was only $3.50. I thought, "what a bargain." As I then went to order the sandwich she explained it would be 0.50 cents for cheese, 0.50 cents for tomatoes, 0.50 cents for lettuce, 0.50 cents for BREAD (which should be a staple in a sandwich) and then, of course, tax. Really, woman? Just be honest up front and tell me it's a $7.00 sandwich at your hole in the wall joint.
4. Yet another email from Nigeria claiming I have been "chosen" to help move 10 million dollars (this time by diplomatic means). It seems I have moved up the ranks of some covert mission and with the amount of emails I get on a monthly basis I will be able to retire by 33. Really!
5. A random bird on top of a Toyota Camry near the place I frequent on a weekly basis--Target! Even the bird is obsessed with the red bullseye!
So lately I have been feeling like a sprinter racing toward a finish line, but every time I come around the bend the white chalk seems to move further and further away. From essays to grades, dinners to cook, chapters to write, children to raise, “sleep is for the dead I say,” and yet as I race toward my crown it sometimes feels like my shoes are affixed to the ground. The adhesive tape is comprised of lengthy to do lists, mounting chores, inner doubts, past hurts and a slight tug of guilt because when you give to tons of things you sometimes feel like you are shortchanging everything. It is in these moments that it feels so convenient to throw in the towel. Why chase a moving target or worse yet feel like a target is on your back in the process? Why keep going when fact is you have already set the record for surviving more random episodes of unimaginable BS worthy of a Guinness book title? A friend once said to me: “Wow. You are like Murphy’s Law. What can happen to you will happen to you.” At the time I was secretly devastated. It was during a particularly difficult chapter in my life and it indeed felt like I was becoming the punch line to a never-ending joke. A few years later a less brash friend asked me “have you ever thought about the fact that what can happen will happen actually has a positive implication?” This was a contemporary take on the sentiment: to whom much is given much is required. As I reflected on the notion that what CAN happen will happen, I began to marvel at the miracles of triumph that have already transpired in my life. More importantly, I began to wake to each sun-kissed morning with an excitement about what dreams CAN come true. To wake with eagerness and the curative anecdote of hope is better than any Gatorade or Five Hour Energy shot to run the next stages of my race. We are called for a purpose and our reward rests in the diligence to honor that call. As the sun rises this morning and I finish chapter 20 of my novel in progress, I am Sincerely and Really thankful for the law that resides within me. What CAN happen will happen so dream big and do not be moved by obstacles. Instead of a sprinter, I’m adopting the attitude of a hurdler putting anything and anyone striving to block my path in the rearview of my race. What race do you run? What purpose are you called for? What law resides in you?