I was recently thinking, on a morning drive into work, about fate. It's a word I haven't ever really believed in, or acknowledged. Fate, that my life is predestined, planned out, destined for some sort of outcome no matter my choices in life. If I believed in this, why should I weigh options, or give one ounce of thought to an outcome when according to fate it makes no difference what I choose? Maybe, the choices I make direct my fate based upon the things I have learned from my choices, and that is ultimately what fate is?
When I saw her picture for the first time. It was like an answer to a burning question I had in me for decades. I held off on contacting her through the page, out of some irrational fear that I wasn't worthy of such beauty. Her words she had written struck to the marrow, and pierced my brain, and she called herself "Poorly drawn", I couldn't see it.
We emailed for a full week, non stop. We talked on the phone. We set a time to meet. Then she disappeared.
I've thought about this moment quite a bit lately. Is it fate that we reconnected through a mutual friend? Would we have ultimately met through him anyway? would the timing have been right had we met some other way? Was I destined to meet her regardless of the way it happened, and in what time frame? How many other universes are out there, and have I met her in every one of them, only in different time frames and circumstances?
We met at Grumpy's on October 6th. She walked in to the bar the very moment Alexi Casilla singled home the winning run and the Twins beat the Tigers to go to the playoffs. The very moment. I saw her in real life for the first time to cheers from the people in the bar. We talked for hours, kissed to end the night, and fate had become a word in my vocabulary. I can't explain it any other way.
Being with Hether makes all of my past successes and failures understandable.
