I have taken away the routine of my life. I do not know what tomorrow holds, let alone next week or next month.

Standing in this place of unfamiliar ground, I am using that space to reflect on where I’ve been. As I look back on my life and at all the places and people I have met along the way, I am left wondering if it has all been apart of ‘the plan.’ Clearly, I would not be who I am, or where I am had I not crossed paths with all of those people. I would not be writing this very post without all of them. In this space of acknowledging all that has led me here, I found myself pondering a few things-

How many chance meetings have I taken for granted, and what if all of those meetings were not by chance at all?

What if life was choreographed? Like a beautiful dance, with each moment delicately selected. Imagine, all the people in our lives strategically placed to guide us along the way. Some of those people whose sole purpose was to guide us along. While others were there to push us around, fire us up and force us to stand up for ourselves.

The people who have loved us the most and the ones who have hurt us the most. What if they are like the Mozart’s in our life? Plucking each tune from us until the beauty of our song pulls tears of joy from the eyes of strangers.

The unlikely friendship between a hairdresser and their client. They are the sounding board of life for each other to throw words against without judgment. They have shared tears of joy and sadness together as their relationship grows over the years. Know they love you, like a father, a brother, like a daughter or a sister…

The bond between a care taker and their patient. Chance has place them in each others lives as companions.  The compassion that is given when the care taker realizes it’s just the two of them. That they are quite possibly the only one who visits them. They smile as they hold their friend’s hand, knowing because of them they are not alone.

The beauty in having a boss who truly cares. Who see’s our hard work and helps us when we are down, not because they expect something in return. They see the true worth in us, not only as employees but as individuals. Their kindness restores our faith in the humanity.

The love of our lovers, how in the world did we ever find them? In the millions of lovers that walk the earth we were lucky enough to have collided. They walk by our side encouraging us along the way, and carry us on their back when it’s needed. We hold them close in our arms at night knowing that all is right in the world.

To all the ex-lovers who helped mold us into who we are. For better or worse we once loved them, as they once loved us. Our lives will be forever changed because of the impact we have had on each other. May we be better lovers in the future to our future lovers because of them.

The baby who rests their tiny little head in the palm of your hands. The world has never seen such a beautiful site. You will guard their lives with your own, and lie awake at night just to watch them sleep.

To the bullies and the takers. It is because of you that we are strong. For all the times you have pushed us down, we will thank you times ten! Each time you have knocked us down you have allowed us to get back up. You have strengthened our bodies and our spirits with each fall. We may be scarred and bruised, but those wounds will fade with time. We will look at them with pride, knowing we are fighters.

The stranger standing behind us on-line that wishes us a good morning, the slow car in front of us that prevents us from being in an accident, the old man in the grocery store when seeing him, it reminds us to call our own father. Little did we know it was for the last time.

All these beautiful interactions that we dance in this life. Imagine it is all designed for us. To make us better, to remind us the truths about our souls, to light our paths when they are grey.  Imagine, if it was all choreographed with us in mind, our very own symphony of life.

May we learn to dance with our eyes closed like no one is watching. Leaving the stage of life with our hair soaking with sweat. Knowing, that when curtain closes and we take our finale bow, it was all for our greatest good.

“For through it all we were being loved, even when we thought we were hated.”

Write back soon, love Annie

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