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msmuffintop | Mar 7, 2010 |

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The Best Thing That ever happened to me

What was the best thing that ever happened to you? Was the birth of your first child? The bundle of joy? The apex of hope? The silly climax of a long arduous pregnancy? Or just the miracle of life? I was happy when I had my son. I felt my heart open too inches wider. I knew I was capable of more love than before. I only had one pregnancy. Perhaps for some women the best thing that happened to them is the birth of a second, long awaited child. Or a favorite child. For some people it may not have been a child at all.

I remember once getting a job right after I was laid off. I got hired barely three days later by a rival firm at a higher salary. I told them I would be ready to start in a week, which enabled me to spend a week playing tourist with a visiting friend. That seemed like the best thing that had happened to me at the time. I must admit after I settled into the job, it wasn't the most exciting thing, but it was very nice.

The second time I got married I married my soul's mate. I was crazy about Howard. He represented to me all that was good and all that was kind. I could hardly believe he chose me, veteran of one failed marriage, to be his mate. Looking out over the crowd of our friends and family as we took communion together I thought that was the best thing that happened to me. Of course it wasn't, as he didn't care for me and later left me.

I lost my job and hoped it would lead to a better opportunity. Once I was free from the time constraints it put on me I was eager to be of value somewhere else. I thought at the time that was the best thing that happened to me. Eight months later of diligent job hunting I am not so sure. It's nice to have time to write, but I would love to have something that pays me. Some sort of job where my talents and abilities were of use.

I graduated high school with a nice diploma. That seemed like the best thing that happened to me. No matter what else broke down: marriages or cars, no one could erase my education. Some times I wonder if I would be happier if I were plain like Dopey and Lucky. If I had no brain, no hobbies, no curiosity it would so much easier to approach life in the Zen. They have no bills, they have no worries. They put mail in boxes and go home. They have no self awareness that I know of.

The best thing that happened to me can not be anything outside of myself. Not a job, nor lack of one, not a relationship. The best thing that happened to me may be looking out my window and seeing beauty. Stopping to smell the roses. An appreciation, a sense of gratitude that no one else needs to know about but me. That's the best thing that happened to me.