…A Series of Events…

My daughter and I went on a date last night to see Wreck It Ralph in theaters.  Such a cute movie, by the way – but that’s not the point.

There was a short little film they showed before the feature presentation.  With no words, it showed a man and a woman meeting for the first time – and then the series of events that led to them reuniting.  Needless to say, I got a little teary eyed – and that’s totally fine, so shut up.

Regardless, the film made me grateful for my own story with my partner.  I started to think about the series of events in both of our lives that occurred in order for us to meet the day that we did – and then the events that took place after that initial meeting to bring us back together…for good.  Grateful doesn’t even begin to express how I felt while sitting there reminiscing about it – but it also made me think even deeper.  (I swear to God I paid attention to the movie – so my critique that it was cute is seriously cr9623256-paper-heart-hanging-on-the-wireedible…)

I started to think about the direction my life has taken, and how *so* many things had to take place for me to be at the right place at the right time to meet Dusty.  I mean, fuck – I was 28 years old…divorced…father of a four year old little girl…disowned from family – nothing of which connected Dusty and me by any means.

We met at a volleyball tournament at the YMCA.  I rarely even played volleyball at that point.  He had just moved back from San Diego the previous year.  By chance, though, he played on a team where I knew everyone else but him – and that started it all.  So many things in my life had happened by this point that finding “the one” or any semblance of my soul mate was a hopelessly lost cause.  I honestly didn’t think it was possible for me.  God, was I wrong – and so happy to admit that.

I’ve even gone so far to think about the purpose of such events.  For instance, I truly believe I was meant to be married in order to be blessed with the biggest gift of all – my daughter.  That would not have happened had the marriage not occurred.  And, one step further, after the divorce, if Emily was never in the picture – there’s no way in hell I would still be living here.  Nothing against the state – I love where I live – but I would have moved in an instant to start over.  Emily is the only thing that has kept me here – and I believe a huge reason that was the plan is because I was on a path to meeting my soul mate.

It’s some deep shit when you truly think about the series of certain events in your own life.  You see lines connecting certain areas that you never thought possible – but then it all makes sense.  And, at the time, you’re completely oblivious to what is going on.  It’s a bit overwhelming – but it’s amazing to realize.

So – in conclusion – if you’re wanting a truly deep, sensory-overloaded experience, go see Wreck It Ralph.  You’re bound to come out wiser (and maybe a little emotionally drained) than you were when you first sat down.

I know I did.

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell

[SAJ]