I really believe that things happen for a reason. Take this afternoon for example. I ended up having to work a little bit of overtime today, which is slightly unusual due to the slower economy, and then I had to go a little bit out of my way to drop off a last-minute box to Fedex in 3Embarcadero. I was about to cross from 2Embarc over Front Street when the light changed, so I switched directions and kept walking down Front towards Sacramento Street going past the new Wine Bar. As I was walking I ran into some friends I hadn't seen in a couple months who were enjoying some wine outside. I sat and chatted with them a bit but had to rush to go pick up my new glasses prescription and then catch the train to meet Laura for dinner. I got to LensCrafters and even though they promise glasses within an hour and I had dropped mine off at noon, at 6pm they STILL weren't ready. I made my frustration known and then said I'd see them in the morning. I hate bad customer service.
I finally made it down to the BART platform and instead of burying myself in a book or my crackberry like normal I took a minute to look around and lo and behold, standing only a few feet away was an old friend of mine from my Karl days. It was weird and yet, I was so excited to see her. I feel like one of the hardest parts of our break up was the friend break ups. Not that any one ever had to choose sides, but it was just natural that the friends that Karl brought into the relationship left with him and the friends that I brought into the relationship left with me. But it wasn't like there were two worlds to our relationship, so in breaking up, all of a sudden I was missing a lot of awesome people from my life.
I had thought about emailing her many times. We even ran into each other once a little more than a year ago, but at the time K and I were still in touch and I was positive that I'd be seeing her and our other friends again as if nothing had ever changed, but that never happened. We exchanged info and I'm excited to say that we'll be going for drinks next week to catch up. I think I really need this right now - I've been driving myself nuts lately about what to do about the non-closure that is my past with K, so I think talking with someone from that part of my life might help me figure out what I need to do.
What was interesting about how this afternoon played out was that if I hadn't been held up I probably would have grabbed an earlier train, and if I'd been late by another three minutes, then my friend would have been on her train by the time I got downstairs. If I had been lost in my own world standing on the platform, we would have stood there next to each other for three minutes and then she would have gotten on the train without me even noticing. Definitely...things happen for a reason.
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