last Thursday I almost missed out on the event of a lifetime because of a zit.
then again, it's always easier to find an excuse to not show up --- especially when your gut is screaming YES, but your mind is whispering MAYBE.
i went up to the 51st floor, also called the Pyramid Club, to volunteer at a fundraiser for the local paper. I believe in their mission, and my goal this year has been to align my actions with my beliefs.
naturally, I tired after a 9-5, but the idea of finger food and potentially meeting someone super interesting kept me from b-lining home.
the reason I'm sharing this you is because as soon as i got there insanely serendipitous things started to happen.
who reminded me a lot of a bald version of Woody Allen,
came up to me and started asking me a lot of questions about my life. No sooner than you can say i'll have another, he knew that I was a lawyer who wanted to be a writer but who was struggling with the how.
him: "You know... there's an Author's Event happening tonight, right across the hall, right?"
me: Uh, no.
him: Come with me.
he whisked me to this incredibly nice lady, who also happened to be the organizer, and told her who I was and what I needed. God had somehow sent me my very own PR person, and I was just sitting back enjoying the ride.
Long story short, I got into the event,
met with women whose lives I want to someday have,
took tons of notes
shed some tears of gratitude,
and last but not least, also WON the raffle for a gigantic basket of baked goodies.
i had not planned for this to happen---- but I was definitely ready for it.
And that's maybe how it goes;
if we keep showing up where our gut directs us, life might just play her hand,
and you might just be left with holding a straight up royal flush
when all you had a second ago, was a pair of fives.