365 Days Of Love. Day 89

I feel as if there’s a greater power at force in my “corner,” as if the Universe is playing music that elicits my favorite dance, as if life’s happenings are swaying in unison, pleading I simply follow their steps.

Yesterday, I briefly connected with a high school classmate, who is (for one more week) living in North Texas. Per the evolutionary magic of Facebook, the two of us had a simply catching up conversation. As I perused his “wall” to respond to a string of comments we were exchanging, I noticed him and his band were playing a show at a bistro on Saturday. Immediately, I toyed with the idea of a solo roadtrip to Denton to spice up my otherwise planless weekend. After asking a few of my closest comrades to talk me out of it (to which they responded, “GO!”), I made a deal with myself: if I could find someone to go with me or meet me there, I’d go. If none of my friends responded to the call of the car and spirit of adventure, I’d resign to Rio for one last weekend.

I prodded a few friends here and sent a text message to my dear friend in Tulsa to see if her and her husband would be up for a quick weekend adventure. My friends here, inundated with packing or previous engagements, declined my invitation, but Stephanie responded more optimistically. Initially, she inquired about where (exactly) and when (precisely) to which I responded,

The Banter in Denton, 6pm, Saturday.

She expressed interest and, as if we both hopped the boat at the same time, we were conniving hotel rooms and detailed weekend plans. So, last night, at 10:30, my throat swelled with excitement for the epic reunion bound to unfold this Saturday.

Perhaps, the Universe isn’t really in my corner. Perhaps, rather, I have friends who are equally as spontaneous as I am. Perhaps, Steph and Lance were unsatisfactorily planless this weekend too. Or, perhaps, the Greater in life’s workings planned this exciting escapade, leaving us only to respond to its summons. I like to believe there’s something Greater working for all of us, something asking us to unwrap adventure.

Something seeking to be loved, to give love.