Might be a cloud wisp blowing by, grabbed, or one you missed ..
Opportunity does not knock. Important, a dignitary, rolls up like a limousine – deserves greeting, meeting, like an important dignitary’s plane. Ideas, people, isolated influences – opportunity’s birth.
Like trickling streams amalgamated, sometimes rapids roiling.
Sometimes flat lakes going nowhere.
Someone’s handshake reached out of a crowd, someone tapped our shoulder, never knowing where or when it might lead.
Tracing ‘great opportunities’ reveal their formative days, zig-zag paths, event collisions, comments at a party, brainstorming phone calls for some other purpose – some valuable point of connection, some value creating/giving something along crooked trails.
When we harvest bountiful opportunities, it is because we planted seeds once, which became roots of it all. Tangled, magnificent, roots.
Most likely planted many growing seasons ago.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/36F, a few clouds – steady breeze – feels odd walking without a leashed 80 lb. tug-dog pulling me along (Gusta is happily romping at her ‘resort’ and getting clipped) while I ready for a ½ day of frenetic work, then off to Red Deer for a weekend Toastmasters convention …
Bravo Mark! We live in a time where “nobody moves, nobody gets hurt”. Nobody likes being wrong but most of my best “learning moments” came from being wrong. Admitting to it is liberating and allows a person to move forward. Without that, the load you pull just gets heavier and heavier. I believe that is part of the reason people die with regrets — “I shoulda, coulda, woulda”. Cheers, RA, Calgary, AB