For some reason I have always found the saying “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans” to be particularly applicable to me. I’m sure lots of people feel the same. While I am an extremely lucky and fortunate person, I also constantly have strange, frustrating, annoying accidents and setbacks happening to me that greatly amuse everyone around me.
Sure, this could come down to being a little vague. Mildly forgetful, somewhat shambolic, certainly too naive and smiley at times. But I also feel like it’s my own particular brand of karma, my own cosmic energy, and I am secretly grateful whenever one of these small accidents happen because I feel like it safeguards my greater happiness.
Still I got to thinking yesterday about accidents. Or more about the unplanned. I thought about the plans I’ve had for myself, in life, and the things that happened by chance or accident, perhaps which I wasn’t pleased about at the time. And really, the unplanned has led to some of my happiest memories, and the accidents have forged my path in life.
How many of us plan, for example, to meet our partners how and when we do? It’s often inconvenient, or bad timing, or a strange set of circumstances that lead to us meeting this person. I certainly didn’t plan to meet J when I did, actually quite the opposite – I’d just declared that I wanted nothing to do with boys at all. And for the first time in my life, I think, I had really meant it. He meanwhile was there to meet up with someone else! Another girl. But she didn’t show, and he met me, and we lived in different cities and I really didn’t want a boyfriend. Yet three months later, I had dropped out of uni and was moving into his share house in Balmain! Not planned. Not popular with my parents! But really the foundation of everything that I have in my life.
Another big unplanned event in our life was selling our apartment in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs and moving back to Balmain. It was so spur of the moment and not thought through, and we had a real life and network established in the East after living there for six years. But we sort of just suddenly decided to do it which was completely impractical with a newborn and we certainly stretched ourselves financially…and it worked out. It led to us meeting some wonderful people and having such a happy life with our two older kids there, and living close to my sister, and her now living in that same house. And the property boom happened right after we bought.
Then of course there was Hong Kong. If anyone had told me, even 18 months ago, where I would be now I honestly would not have believed them. Of anywhere we could have moved I wouldn’t have imagined Asia (for some reason I always thought Germany or the States IF we had to) and my family always laughed that I could never survive as an expat because I am such a sad Cancerian homebody. But here we are, a year under our belts, and the move has been so good for our little family in every way. I am looking out my window right now at the sun and the sea, after taking an early morning swim with 50 clucking Cantonese women, and I can’t believe my luck.
Yesterday I visited my OB and saw my little one kicking about on the screen, in 4D. I saw Heike’s little nose, J’s nose, so prevalent in his family, right before me on the screen. I saw ten little fingers and ten little toes and I felt so full of love and excitement to meet this little person. And I thought, surely you, little one, are the best accident yet to happen? And I know you happened for a reason, because they all do. I’m so excited to see what that reason is, what you bring to our family and what you have to teach me – I know I still have a lot to learn.
So, if life isn’t quite going to plan for you at the moment, take heart! The best laid plans of mice and men, and all that…and it can turn out quite wonderfully.