From my job I mean…
It was a small company
Kind of like a small school.
But I was the only one that graduated that day…
An early evening private ceremony.
If you know what I mean…
I guess I wasn’t the Valedictorian, so there was no speech in front of my class mates.
Not seeing them… that part, I really missed.
Plus I didn’t get my grades.
And while I’m pretty sure they were magna cum for their college level…
There was definitely the sense that I wasn’t the right fit for the grad school there.
Perhaps the rest of the school wasn’t surprised.
I don’t know, we’ll wait to hear.
But I certainly was…
And here’s where we get to the good part…
While it came as a “Surprise!”, it wasn’t Surprising.
There’s a world of difference between those two.
Surprise = Unprepared
Surprising = Unexpected.
It wasn’t surprising… my work, meaning the big job and the heavy lifting, really was done… really.
But I wasn’t paying attention to the progress and the need and the shifts… that was the difference.
And it didn’t need to be either Surprising or Surprised-
It was just time to matriculate to “the next big thing” in life.
Question: Why didn’t I see that?
Question: Why don’t most of us see it?
It is just too often, too easy – out of desire for our own comfort and convenience – to “stay too long at the fair”.
To miss the timing, the downbeat in life.
To leave out the bridge in the song.
To completely miss the moment and not act on the intuition that was right there.
If only we just were listening… really paying attention, really reading the music.
Listening to the whole band, to all the music surrounding us.
Not just the notes in our head.
A Surprise is nothing more than a lack of awareness
Awareness of the possibilities held in each moment.
Leaving us unprepared to act on the ‘what might happen’.
That, and our unwillingness to be constantly choosing what we want life to be and how we want to look at it.
Like looking at the “Surprise!…” I received
And choosing to take it as a Graduation Ceremony…
That took me two days.
The reason there’s power when Dirty Harry says: “Go ahead, punk, make my day…” ?
He’s never Surprised and nothing is Surprising.
Great to see you back Melissa.
What you are talking about reminds me of the difference between Jazz music and classical. Jazz musicians opens himself up through intense training to enter into a world full of surprises, while the classical musician is all about controlling the surprise, to place it intentionally here or there according to some preordained desire(the composer’s).
So glad you joined in Robbi!
Great perspective… you can be the ‘secret sauce’ to the hamburger I grind out…
Brilliant!!! Leaves me yearning for more!!
Thank you… stay tuned then and please feel free to pass these along