I’ve been searching for reassurance in my pursuit of artistry in this season of my life. I signed up for a workshop at Maine Media hoping to reconnect with myself. I had been pleading and praying for a sign that I’m going in the right direction. Truthfully, this workshop was a “make it or break it” experience for me. It’s not that I don’t think this is the path for me - it’s actually the only path I can imagine - it’s more of if “following my dreams” is the smart choice. My biggest fear in life is failure. I often find myself constantly on edge. Constantly searching for anything, or anywhere, to anchor these dreams onto.
It seems “luck” has given me enough weight on my anchor to hold me in place when the current tried to carry me away.
But for me, there are some things that feel so meant to be that not even “luck” could have pulled it off. These things - these people - have kept me afloat. They’ve kept my purpose in mind when I alone could not. Is it the butterfly effect? Divine intervention? Fate? Where does the line between free will and destiny lie? It’s not in the stars, but in ourself.
A few minutes into my walk to campus that Monday, a cardinal flew into my view. He landed on a branch right beside me. Beautifully bright, and particularly chatty. And that is when I knew, wherever I’m headed is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe no
