A few months ago I had an existential crisis while sitting in a hairdressers chair.
I went in all light and breezy, filled with that desire you get in the summertime to change things up. I came out three hours later less a few inches of hair, plus a balayage situation, and filled with crushing questions about how I’m choosing to live my life.
Seems about right, doesn’t it?
Door Knocker Print by BCN Photo on Etsy
I don’t know if I believe in serendipity, but I do believe in keeping an open mind, being aware of opportunities, and above all, having the curiosity and courage to walk through the strange and sometimes unexpected doors that life opens to you.
Luck’s an iffy thing to put your faith in, so I don’t – instead, I’ve tried to work hard and pursue my passions, even though they sometimes seem like they aren’t leading anywhere productive at first (but that’s OK, productivity is overrated anyway).
Nonetheless, sometimes events happen in life that really do seem like luck. Or even serendipity.
My most recent serendipitous event began with a simple email.
A few weeks ago, I bought cursed crystals.
I know. I was surprised too.
I lie down beside Hilly on the raft and she begins to read Dune to me unprompted, picking up where her own silent reading left off.
Lying with my eyes closed, I can hear Olive paddling around in the shallows with the waves lapping against her little floatie tube. She happily chats with Lizzie and Mawney while Claire relaxes in the background and my mom putters around on the porch.
It’s been five days of this. Lake swimming and family time; meals prepared and eaten and cleaned up; watching all of these moving pieces coming together to form an ecosystem we’ve been building since the day we were born.
We get together like this every year. We call it The Rumpus.