NOT being a Twister casualty.
Trip Start Jul 22, 2009
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It came back to find another squished raccoon.
My amazing life. Living life through Rose Coloured Glasses? Or, being Pollyanna?
I left L.A. in a rush. I lost my accommodations and decided to pack up and leave 2 days sooner than originally planned. My route was more or less decided. The two touring stops were last minute decisions.
Today I arrived in Sioux City mere minutes before a storm passed by over the Interstate I just drove on. Watching the weather network this storm is packing quite a punch. Large hail, high winds, and a few tornadoes have touched down. This weather pattern is forecasted to continue over the next couple of days along the route I've just taken the past few days since Albuquerque. If I would have left as I had originally planned I would probably be stuck in Albuquerque or Oklahoma City right in the middle of this storm. This storm pattern is now tracking south of Sioux City. Tomorrow the forecast is for clear skies along the route I’ll be driving.
Is this luck? A coincidence? Or is this what "life" is like when you really believe in these non-scientific laws? Are there really laws of the Universe that we haven’t defined yet?
As an accountant and common sense kind of guy I’d go with the coincidence theory. Well...that would have been my answer 3 years ago. I’ve experienced too many “coincidences” since, that now I believe that everything happens for a reason and that there is no such thing as a coincidence.
Since I’ve started saying that I’m always at the right place at the right time I’m starting to see a pattern developing. I really am. That’s why living in the moment and going with the flow is so important. You don’t let changes in plans throw you for a loop. Just go with it. Life is easy when you live this way.
I think of stuff and that “thought” seems to materialize. Yesterday I stop at a rest stop. I’ve been thinking of these motorcycle trailers to haul stuff while traveling on the motorcycle with 2 people. There’s a motorcycle at the rest stop with one of these trailers. No one is around as I walk by but it would be nice to talk to someone about it. I take a walk to stretch my legs. I then sit on a picnic table for a while. Then I think it’s time to leave. I start heading back to the truck. Just as I’m walking by the motorcycle, the owner and his daughter come back. I start chatting with them about the trailer and how the motorcycle handles while pulling it.
The timing was uncanny. This happens to me all the time now. Why? Proof of something? A Law maybe?
The problem is making it work all the time. Hmmm? Why?
Think It! Feel It! Live It!
I love my life!
PS. I am a marketing genius. Stopped at a rest stop and Kenny comes over to chat. Same question as everyone else. What is “What? Is!”? Kenny is a local farmer in Iowa. We chat quite a while. I give him a copy of my book. He says I should stop in the next time I’m in the neighbourhood. Another reason not to be on a schedule. You get to chat with people and not worry about getting anywhere for a specific time.