Sometimes, it feels like I’ll never get my timing right.
When I find myself in front of a glorious meal with zero appetite.
When the sweetest, most romantic words come from the wrong guy.
When the creative thoughts plague me at 3 a.m. instead of 3 p.m.
All of these things may feel like a bad day in the short run, but I’m beginning to think they might be full of lessons whose time has simply not come.
Do you know that old phrase “grist for the mill”? It refers to grain being taken to a mill to be processed into flour. The raw grain is inedible to humans and so it must be ground down.
Without the brutal turning stones of the grist mill, we would have no bread.
Our experiences, by themselves, don’t always nourish us. Some things need time to ripen. Some events only make sense in hindsight.
We can experience terrible or wondrous emotions, and really not know what they’re about. Some emotions need to be broken down before they can be really felt.
To be clear, I don’t mean to say that everything happens for a reason. More that things happen, and we can choose to learn something or choose not to. There are many lessons that may be drawn from any experience, and we choose the ones we allow to stick. In the end, the “reason” something happened is simply the story we choose to tell ourselves about it. We choose if that story is helpful or hindering.
The grist of life only feeds us if we can break it down and transform it into something else. Even if it takes more time or more effort than we think it should.
Photo taken by me back in 2014.