Aunt Becky's post at Mommy Wants Vodka today got me thinking. I commented on her post that I think both the biggest things we do and the smallest carry equal measure of importance. Then I started remembering.
I read an article in Prevention a month or two ago that discussed how we do some of our best thinking in the shower. And why not? We are warm, comfortable, relaxed. As we go about the routine motions, soaping, scrubbing, rinsing, things we could do with our eyes closed or in our sleep (and we often do, or at least I do) our minds are free to roam at will. Drawing this thought out into greater context, there are a thousand things we do every day that lead our minds to larger places. Thoughts that change the directions of our lives.
It was a summer day nearly eight years ago. My daughter was in the high chair alternating between eating little bits of ham and peas and throwing them on the floor for the dogs. I was cleaning the counter and putting dishes away and singing to the song on the radio. Landslide. And as I sang the verses, relaxed and lost in my mundane tasks, the words I was singing lodged in my mind and changed my life. But time makes you bolder, children get older. I'm getting older too. And from that moment in time, the idea of my son was born.
It was a stormy day in the early spring. I was working from home, tired after an overnight call with the software developers in India as we released the latest patch. The rain was banging on the windows of my room and my mind was everywhere but thinking about the emails I was reading, filing, deleting, answering. For once, instead of deleting the weekly email I'd been receiving from the logistics job site for literally years now, I accidentally clicked it open. And I saw my job. The one I have now. The one I would have never known existed except for that small thing, that I opened the email instead of routinely deleting it as I had hundreds of times before.
I was tired after a long day at work and I didn't really feel like doing anything but stay home, but I'd been invited to go out to a birthday party, a party for someone I didn't know at the home of other people I had also never met. I considered begging off, or at least convincing my date to come over for a movie instead. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided it wouldn't hurt me a bit to put on a little makeup and a nice sweater and just go meet some new people. I just didn't realize that one of those new people would be the man I fell in love with.
It was a sunny day in July, the morning after a big holiday. I'd stayed up late, was tired and not in a hurry to go to work, but I wanted to enjoy the ride in. This way I thought, or that way? A random choice, and of course if you read my post from Tuesday you know the rest.
Small flashes of time that change our lives forever. For the better, for the worse. A chance meeting with the person who ends up being The One. The choice to take one path over another on your daily walk, or to read something you normally would not. A million small moments, added together, that make up the most momentous events in our lives.
Sometimes it has seemed to me as those moments occurred that I recognized them as the lifequakes they were, and other times they have taken me completely by surprise. I'll sit amidst the boxes and wreckage of my life's latest Big Thing and started following the threads backward until I find the moment and wonder how things would be different without that small piece of time.
What was your small moment? Where did it lead you?