“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.” -Douglas Adams
Maybe you read my last post about my C-section and you’re thinking that it was just one stressful event in my life, so why am I jumping to the conclusion that I was nudged into an alternate universe? While it’s true that I could write it off as a bad experience, my continuation on this unpredictable path has led me to believe it was fate’s way of shaking me out of my comfortable assumption that everything in life can be controlled. I was now hyper-aware and could sense that there had been a great disturbance in The Force.
It got me thinking about fate, the idea that some outside force could play with the outcomes of various events in our lives. I like to think I maintain a semblance of control over the capriciousness of fate by studying, working hard, and planning for all possible outcomes. (And just for good measure, I always knock on wood, which disguises anything you say that fate might take as a challenge, like “There’s no way this plan could possibly fail!” or “This ship is totally unsinkable!”)
But perhaps I had gotten a bit too comfortable and sheltered in my carefully planned life. I was in danger of becoming self-satisfied…an attitude that threatened to narrow my perspective of the world and make me more judgmental of others.
That might be the fate that befell my alter ego, but there were still more lessons in store for me.