Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally stumbles upon something fortunate, especially while looking for something entirely unrelated.
Kind of like:
Silly Putty by James Wright, which was created while trying to find a rubber substitute for the United States during World War II.
Good ‘ol boy Chris Columbus who was looking for a new way to India in 1492 and wound up landing in The Americas. I’m guessing he didn’t stop and ask for directions either.
Yes, that little blue pill that has changed the smiles on middle-aged women everywhere. It was originally directed for use in hypertension and angina pectoris-- who knew the claim to fame it would have?
(...everyone should enjoy a giggle now and again...)
Back to the blog...
Serendipity, for me, came by way of life.
After Jena passed away from cystic fibrosis, I was certain I was on track for depression and grief. Everything I had once known about life was ripped out from underneath me and I was left completely and utterly lost.
Somehow while on this path of death and destruction, I found life.
While writing in despair, I found an optimistic voice. I found the more I wrote, the more life seemed hopeful, dare I say, beautiful. I had found a way to carry on in life… totally accidental.
I found a way to immortalize my baby girl who was, for all intense purposes, gone from this earth. I found an outlet for my depression which created huge awareness for cystic fibrosis, the very thing that put me in the state of misery. And, fortunately for you, I have now found a new way to express my sad, and pathetic sense of humor while hoping I make a point at times.
You just never know where the road you are on will take you.
Don’t give up.
Keep the faith.
What fortune will you unexpectedly come across?
To Serendipity Baby!