Does everything happen for a reason? I used to believe adamantly that it did. Then, a series of hard and horrible things happened over a few years, and I was at a loss as to why. So my brain did a 180 and started thinking of everything as random. It was easier that way.
Now, I wait to hear whether an unrequested gift that was dangled unexpectedly before me a week ago will in fact be mine. I wait wondering if it’s a gift at all or merely the greatest reason I’ve had in years to reconsider whether everything happens for a reason.
Meanwhile a trip to Target before afternoon training at the gym brought another unexpected gift our way. I was there for a reason: new workout shirts. My son made a random decision to accompany his sister and me, and it led him to the happiest shopping moment of his life.
He’s wanted to be Batman since he was three. Thanks to his afternoon purchase, he feels a step closer. So… does everything happen for a reason?
Middle-Aged Martial Arts Mom 