Always the analytical part of me has ruled over every fiber of my being.  Seeking to make the most efficient use of my thoughts, energy, and  (most importantly) my time has always had me try to live in world of calculations, potentialities, possibilities, statistics, and other mechanations of the human mind designed to give us certainty and freedom from error in this crazy entity we call life.

But, as always, there’s something we never can completely plan for: chance encounters.  I met such a person last week and we quickly become friends.  Beyond being a friend to the fellow solitary traveler/migrant worker that I technically am, this person did remind me of what it meant to need to slow down, and take things step-by-step.

For a brief moment in time (at dinner specifically) time seemed to decelerate down to a crawl, lose it’s usual methodically calculated rhythm and invested me in the often-naive but ever hopeful belief that this moment could last forever.  I remember time I spent with my doting Grandmother when I was five years old, my energetic father playing baseball before the usual seasonal tryouts, and the handful of other experiences that make life seem like less of a struggle and more of a pleasant existence.

I hope whenever I read this, or anyone else reads this, they can go to that special place that makes them genuinely fulfilled.  Perhaps we can all get a little closer to that special place in our careers, our family life, our personal life, whatever, that lifts our spirits up and gives us the courage to be our true selves.