We Don’t Meet People By Accident

I have always believed that people come into our lives for a reason. And I believe that – in time – it has always proven to be so…

Whether a stranger with whom you briefly converse, or a best friend of many years, there are always lessons, blessings, or both that we gain as a result. 

There is ever an underlying purpose in paths crossing. . .

Sometimes people bring a lesson we so desperately need in effort to grow in our strength and resolve.

Others teach us just by being who they are . . .

Perhaps they expose our rougher edges, much in need of love, repair, and polishing…

Perhaps they awaken the idea that what has worked for so long no longer truly serves us in a positive way.

And perhaps they bring out what is best in us – our ability to love, to cherish, to smile, to laugh…

One of the most valuable lessons we learn is that we are all different – sometimes drastically so!

We process differently…

We see the world through lenses colored by our own unique experiences which are, therefore, of a hue no other person will truly comprehend first-hand.

We learn that our ways of doing things may work best for us, but that they may not work for others…and that’s okay.

We develop an overarching understanding that expectations based on what we know / believe / feel may lead to disappointment (because we don’t all think alike). . .but also that we have a right to how we feel.

Being human means, ultimately, a very complex life! But we can find freedom in recognizing that we are different, and only in control of ourselves… In that way, we accept what is, we accept others as they are, and we do what we can about our contribution.

Some people will drift out of our lives as quickly as they came. . .and others will profess a love and commitment so deep that they will ever be by your side.

Both have given us gifts.

Either way…we are changed (and, in spite of human “baggage” that we all may carry, I’d argue for the better – Opened eyes don’t close as easily, and hearts that have weathered many storms are stronger in the end. . . )


Thankful – adj \ feeling or expressing gratitude; appreciative

Sometimes I annoy people with my positive outlook.  Other times, I flat-out frustrate.  Maybe they aren’t internalizing that I have days where I feel down, discouraged, angry, and disappointed too – trust me, there are plenty!  Maybe they just don’t understand why, in spite of the ugliness Life can occasionally dish out, I even want to focus on the good.  


For me, energy is everything – I view the world in energetic terms, and (again – for me) it matters what I put out, and what I focus on.  I have witnessed “unfairness” at it’s finest – whether in suffering, death, abuse, misfortune, or debilitating pain… I’ll never gloss over the “tough” without tears, reflection, acknowledgment, and sometimes despair…  But I will try – my damnedest – to find the lesson, the blessing, and the good in everything.  There have been times I’m not sure I’ve actually found the “good”…but I try to at least go in that direction knowing that in doing the opposite, I may as well surrender my own wellbeing.

Whenever this “Thanksgiving” holiday rolls around, I feel like I actually become a little bit annoyed myself.  I’m not on board with the idea that we have one day of “thanksgiving” but I guess if that’s what gets people together, and in a positive mind frame, why not.  That said, thanksgiving is something I personally try to make room for each day.

I’ve had a lot handed to me – neither will there be a day that I am not acutely aware of the sacrifices made to make that happen, nor that I am not immensely grateful.  There is also a lot I had to work my ASS off to have, and lot I’ve had to work through.  There might be only a small handful of people who fully understand the “work” I’ve put in, and just how far I’ve come, but I’m okay with that.  I’m thankful for my own journey – the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying.

I don’t always remember to write out those things for which I am thankful – generally I think them, or say them to myself.  Writing, though, is a phenomenal exercise – not only in mindfulness, but in self-learning.  When we take the time to sit down, peel back the layers, delve deeply and feel, we come up with a lot more than we might have expected.

You can be thankful for little things as much as the substantial.

What you feel thankful for is never “wrong” because it is what feels right to you.

Gratitude goes a looooong way energetically, sharing with the Universe what other “good” should come your way.


I’m thankful for so much I think I could fill a book…but why not, after all?  The more, especially in this case, the merrier. ❤