Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Serendipity or Karma?

by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed

As a new singleton, I'm pushing myself way past my introverted comfort level, which
is...well...uncomfortable. My apartment complex had it's summer picnic on Saturday. Right up until the last minute, I tried to talk myself out of going.

"You don't know anybody! They will be clustered in tight-knit circles. You'll be on the outside looking in again," said the insecure me.

"You don't have to stay long. Put on your big girl pants and make a showing," reasoned the part of me who had looking forward to this when I first signed up.


Sure enough, all the tables in the community room were round and jam packed and nobody called out to me to join them. Now what? My mind had another conversation.

"Turn tail and run!"

"Grow up. Figure it out."

I looked up from an imaginary spot on the floor and noticed a door leading to a courtyard where I discovered staff members grilling chicken and hamburgers and corn on the cob.

And four people sitting at a square table. For some strange reason there was a whole side empty. Before my head could offer conflicting advice, I sat down.

The conversation was stilted, awkward, slow to start, but soon I realized none of them knew each other either. Then the person directly across from me said directly to me, "Do you want to learn Spanish? Because I do."

Now, let me tell you that I bought Spanish for Dummies recently and I've been practicing with an online site, and I'd pretty much given up on learning this amazing language on my own.

"YES!" I practically shouted. We went inside where I met the woman who will teach us, and we found two others to join our class, and suddenly these people are in my life. When I questioned the person who started it all, he wasn't sure why he asked me that question. It just popped into his head. Anyway, we'll meet every Thursday to learn conversational Spanish. I'm taking it slow and not going in with a lot of expectations, but suddenly this new life has all kinds of possibilities.

So was it a happy accident or was more going on here? Dumb luck or fate, fluke or meant to be, or an accidental walk under a sprinkling of fairy dust? Whatever occurred, I'll take what has been offered with gratitude.

And it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't put myself out there.

Have you had an experience like this? A time when you really had to shove and push yourself? And you were able to write a happy ending?