Maybe…

Outside of expectations

I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for a red-eye from Portland to Memphis.

And truly… never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be flying in the middle of the night, on my way to Mississippi.

I’m a West of the Rockies girl. There’s a comfort, a familiarity here that feels like home. Not better or worse, just known.

And yet… here I am.

Because life had other plans.

My mom had a medical emergency while traveling. She’ll be in a wheelchair for the next 3–6 months and will need physical and occupational therapy to recover.

And she will recover. She has the strength, the attitude, and the spunk for it.

I’ll be there to support her with care, presence, and love.

But here’s where the story gets interesting.

Seredipity

Two days ago, I was about to break the lease on my ground-floor studio apartment.

Something told me to wait.

I also had a job interview scheduled for tomorrow. But that didn’t feel aligned with my path and things I’m building.

And then… the call came.

My mom now needs me. And she will need a wheelchair-accessible place once she recovers.

My studio is accessible and available.

And so am I.

I canceled the interview.

And suddenly, what didn’t make sense… made perfect sense.

Maybe…

It reminds me of a story often shared in Buddhism:

There was once a farmer whose horse ran away.
The villagers said, “How unlucky.”
The farmer replied, “Maybe.”

The next day, the horse returned with several wild horses.
“How lucky!” they said.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.

Later, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the wild horses, fell, and broke his arm.
“How unlucky.”
“Maybe.”

Then the army came to take all the young men to war, but the son was spared because of his injury.
“How lucky!”

And the farmer simply said, “Maybe.”

Detours and Nudges

We never really know what life is unfolding for us.

The things that feel like detours, delays, and inconveniences may be guiding us to exactly where we need to be.

Our role isn’t to control every outcome.

It’s to listen.
To trust the subtle nudges.
To move when it feels right and pause when it doesn’t.

To lead with love.

Because sometimes you don’t realize why you were asked to wait,
until you’re sitting at an airport, boarding a red-eye to somewhere unexpected.

To be supported.
And to be of support.

Maybe this isn’t a detour at all.

Maybe it’s exactly where I’m meant to be.