Things have been a bit challenging for me and my husband these past few days. It’s one of those situations when you think to yourself:
“God, it sucks to be an adult and deal with adult things!”
but somehow, you need to just get through it.
And through this, one thing keeps getting repeated over and over:
Everything happens for a reason.
I know it sounds cliche, but I really do think it is true. As my father-in-law reminded me, when one door closes, another door opens.
Yet, sometimes when you are in the thick of all things horrible it is hard to remember that. So, this post is dedicated to a few of those “reasons” for which things have happened to me.
Reason #1 – Missed connections
Back in my single days, there was a guy who kept trying to get me to go out with him. We never could find a date that worked for us, and our plans kept falling through. Days later, I met my future husband. Score!
Reason #2 – I was mugged
Once upon a time, I was working nights at a television station. I was mugged while walking to my car. It wasn’t horrible, but it gave me the push I needed to get off of night work in television, and from there I changed careers into healthcare marketing. Changing careers was one of the best decisions I could have made, as the television industry (well, local news) was changing a lot, and chances are I might have gotten laid off in the months/years to come. Plus, I love what I do now.
Reason #3 -I was robbed
I know, within months of each other, really, I was robbed. I was living in an apartment – just moved there, actually, and my place was broken in to. Nothing earth shattering, but enough to make me reconsider my move into this neighborhood. I broke my lease, said “See ya!” to my security deposit, and months later, my now-husband and I bought our first place. One could argue that it was a bad decision based on the housing crisis a few years later, but buying rather than renting was one of the best decisions we could have made. Plus, our mortgage payment wasn’t much more than what we would have paid in rent.
See, doors closed… and opened.
So what are some of your “Everything happens for a reason” stories?