Life is crazy. Sometimes, life is crazy in totally unexpected ways.
Sometimes we think we are going one way, and then something will set us back 10 feet. Sometimes we think we have all the things in the world figured out, and then we find out that we were totally wrong. Sometimes we make bad choices that end with something beautiful.
Then there is this, which is all of those things and then more.
There are certain events in my life, good and bad, that I remember as if they just happened. I remember one of my first conversations with K, about snack cakes, skipping first period in high school. I remember that to me, she was already special. We didn’t see each other for a year when I switched to a different school, then they first time I saw her, I ran and attacked her with love. She got over her fear of me.
I remember my first real, true interaction with HS. My Panera soul-mate. I will never forget that day in Canton, realizing we had 50 sandwiches to make and understand that together we could do it. It was like magic.
I remember the moment of birth for all three of my children. That first moment I held Lena, and I knew that nothing else in the world could be more perfect. Nick came, and I felt the same thing. Julie’s birth was so different, so traumatic, but still at the end when I saw her, there was that moment that you felt like nothing in the world could ever go wrong, not on your watch.
These are important to me; important life moments. They aren’t the only ones, but some of the few. There are scattered memories all over the place, of times, of people, good and bad.
I remember our first conversation ever. I remember our first interaction. As geeky as it is, it was playing WoW. We were in a dungeon with some of our other guildmates. K was there too. We cleared it out, and people went, and we were still on Vent. We talked about coffee and lemonade, and how lemonade in New Zealand was not lemonade here. It is Sprite there. I thought he was lying, because how can lemon/lime soda be lemonade? I had to leave to go to Panera, and I remember the drive. I remember going over the conversation, and you have that moment where you know something has changed; something important has happened.
I won’t get into the whole story, because no one has that much time. I will give you the gist. We spent two years that way, talking on headsets, sending packages. We were extremely close, but very far. It still hurts a bit in some places when I think about that time, but all things happen for a reason. I became pregnant with J. He thought it would be okay, but I knew it wouldn’t, and I became distant and cold. When things start to go distant and cold, when there is no nurturing, things and people go away.
It wasn’t his fault, and I don’t hate myself for that because honestly, to do so would be to regret what I received. I know that whatever may be out there, fate, God(s), whatever, J was destined to be in this world. I try not to regret, because to me, that is just an opening for never moving forward, but I do not like hurting people, especially not people I love. I wrote him two letters, but he had moved and didn’t update his mailing address. I have done the same thing, so I can’t fault him for that.
We stopped talking, for a long time. 4 years worth of long time. I never stopped wondering what he was doing, or if he was happy. I wondered if he had done what he was setting out to do when we first started talking. There were times that I would think to myself that I should reach out, but I was scared. I was really scared that had I, I would have opened the door for him to tell me I was a horrible person, and I couldn’t handle that coming from him.
I did what I had to do, what I thought was right to do. I wasn’t unhappy, but I wasn’t happy either. I could pretend, but I knew. There was a lot going on, or rather maybe a lot not going on. Again, when things are not nurtured, they die.
As cheesy as this is, I heard the Adele song, “Someone Like You”. It resonated. It not only did that, but it made me finally sit down at my computer and type out the email I waited 4 years to write. It took me like an hour for not even a full paragraph. I erased it a few times, closed the email a few times, debated it the entire time. I had no idea what would happen and that terrified me. You see, it didn’t matter to me what the outcome was, but I knew I just missed him in my life. I wanted to communicate, even if it could only be as friends. It took me a while, but I did hit send.
I did it and then went into panic mode. I shut down my computer, I turned it back on. I went into the living room and then went into the computer room and checked my email. I saw he was online and shut down the computer again. I turned it back on a few minutes later. I was a wreck.
Sometimes facing your fears and doing what you are most scared to do can end up becoming a momentous, life changing moment.
He emailed back, and everything was very hesitant at first, but quickly fell back into old patterns. There are rare people that if you are lucky, even if you don’t talk to them for a long time, when you do it is as if you were never apart. It happened with K and I, and there are a few others I am lucky enough to have in my life that even if I don’t talk to them daily, we can always pick up where we left off.
Ryan was one of those people. I think when you lose contact with someone important, truly lose contact, when and if you are lucky enough to get them back, you don’t want to mess it up again. Whether it be a best friend, a relative, a soul mate, you don’t want to make the same mistakes.
I may wonder at times what kind of forces there are out there; whether it be fate, God(s), ka-tets, but I do know that sometimes a door may open, close, and then open again. If it’s meant to be, then pieces will fall together and things move forward. I do believe in some sort of fate, but I don’t believe fate does the work for you. I think fate puts you in the right place at the right time, and you have to do the work.
There has been a lot of talk lately all around me about doors opening and closing. I know some doors in my past that closed, and they closed because they weren’t my doors. I don’t regret any of those doors, because they helped me realize who I am. This may be part 1, and I don’t know when part 2 will be written because this story isn’t over.
Don’t be afraid, friends. Or rather, it’s okay to be afraid, but then act on it. Sometimes the best things come when we do what we are afraid of the most.