If you were friends with me in real life, your head would likely be spinning right now. You see, my life has essentially two speeds: Stop and Go. There really isn’t a whole lot in between. Occasionally, I’ll do that thing that most people do in their lives in which they work steadily and diligently toward a goal with all due time and effort and decisiveness, but most times that’s not the case. More often, it’s a matter of my life appearing to careen from zero to 60 in a matter of seconds, and then coming to a screeching halt again seconds after that. This can be disarming and alarming to friends not used to my life, and cause them considerable concern over my general welfare and decision-making.
But my old friends are used to it. It’s incredibly rare for any of them to be particularly ruffled or surprised by any news I share. They’ve become accustomed to the sometimes frenetic pace with which the universe lobs new opportunities and curve balls my way. My friend Caitlin, who has known me since our freshman year of college, pretty much takes any news from me in stride. Almost 23 years ago, I called her on a crackly trans-Atlantic connection to say, “So, I got to England, moved to a ghetto, fell in love with my third-cousin-once-removed who moved to Australia three days later, then I sailed through my coursework, and now I’m working in the music business and decided to stay an extra 3 months.” To which she calmly replied, without a moment’s hesitation, “Of course. When will you be coming home or are you staying for good?” Because, honestly, you can’t stay friends with me for very long without accepting that my life seems to operate in some kind of alternative universe in which the typical rules of time and what qualifies as a Good Idea do not apply.
This probably sounds like great fun when the speed of my life is “Go.” But when it’s at “Stop,” it’s a whole other story. My life gets stuck more often and for longer periods it seems than most people’s, and that reality has caused me countless sleepless nights and frustrated days. And again, Caitlin (and my other old friends) has weathered those storms, too. “Why?!” I have moaned to her, “Why can’t my life just be like other people’s? I’m doing everything that I’m supposed to be doing, and I’m still stuck! It’s so unfair! Other people can just do these things and they move forward with their lives; I do them and nothing happens!” Caitlin’s typical response to these pity parties is to murmur sympathetically while I whine and then firmly say, “Oh, stop being ridiculous. Your life doesn’t work that way, and who wants to be ordinary anyway? Just wait. Things will change. They always do.” And she’s always right. Of course.
In the first week of December 2012, my life shifted from Stop to Go, and it’s been a fast and furious ride since then. Some of my friends who haven’t known me very long are pretty white-knuckled, but my longer-term friends are shaking their heads with bemused smiles on their faces. Because, after all, I am me and this is my life. In the last three months, I have:
- created a stable, loving relationship with a man I was mostly apart from the entire year of 2012 and with whom I had all but given up on the hopes of a committed relationship;
- weathered a personal crisis of his that rivals a good crime suspense novel;
- moved him into my very small house with me and my girls;
- found and placed under contract a beautiful home (in a neighboring town in which I have never lived) that is ideal for our family of 2 adults, 6 children, and 3 dogs;
- been fired from my job 4 hours after placing said house under contract;
- salvaged the house contract, against all odds, and preserved the March 25th closing date;
- launched an aggressive job search, including multiple informational interviews per week and dogged networking in between;
- met with a book editor interested in getting me a publishing contract to further discuss details of the proposed book (and made a fun new friend in the process);
- begun to prepare for move-in to our new home during the first week of April; and
- weathered the inevitable ups and downs of merging our families, particularly the boatload of attitude that Bryn has chosen to heap upon James following his move into our house.
As I was updating my friend Rob yesterday, his response was, “I’m tired after hearing all that. Must go nap. But first, is your name still TPG or has that changed, too?” (Almost all my friends are fluent in Sarcasm, by the way.) But the truth is, and Rob has known me long enough to know this, that when I am in Go speed, it doesn’t feel too fast for me. This is my normal. This is how my life works. I make decisions and I follow my intuition and I ride the rollercoaster. And honestly, it’s not because I’m so good at it; it’s because I don’t really have another choice, any more than when things are stuck. Sure, I could throw on the brakes and refuse to engage the opportunities, but I’ve learned that doing so won’t slow the pace of my life. Those opportunities won’t slow down to the speed limit; oh no, they’ll just whiz right past me. And I’ve never regretted grabbing those opportunities and sailing along with them; it may sound surprising, but those aren’t any of the regrets I count when I’m feeling down. I think the truth for me (and maybe all of us?) is that I don’t get to determine the temporal speed of my life when it’s going fast anymore than I do when it’s going slowly. My only option — in both situations — is to make the most of what’s on offer. So I try to.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed, of course. Just as I sometimes whine to my friends about my frustration when I am stuck in Stop, so do I sometimes complain about the stress of racing along at breakneck speed. I mean, honestly, I am juggling so much right now that I’m not even sure how I’m managing it, but I suspect that, when hindsight appears after things have slowed to a Stop again, I will see clearly how the universe leveraged my resources and the opportunities against each other to keep me afloat. For instance, I’m not sure I could manage all the new house and merging family issues if I were still working at my former job. The stress level there was so high, it might have been my undoing. So, losing that job might have been a necessary element in greasing the high-horsepower engine that is currently propelling me forward.
So, for right now, I am flying by the seat of my pants and yet feeling mostly calm about the frantic pace around me. I can see clearly the abstract forms around me coming together to create a remarkable new life. With awe, I am witnessing the universe as it works its magic to bring multiple dreams of mine to fruition at once. Life is miraculous and, unlike us, the universe and the powers around us do not make any mistakes. So, I am trusting that when my house stops spinning and I am deposited into my very own Oz, it will be exactly and precisely where I am meant to be.