I am constantly faced with an enigma that stalks me – a feeling that there is something better for me waiting just over the hill! It is a mysterious sense that without warning, somehow I will meet up with my destiny, and we will hug and feel connected once again. I can only imagine what that will be like as I search my past for the clues and signposts that should have gotten me there already.

Was it the time I broke my head in that accident, and months in bed should have ushered in a re-direct?

Was it the trauma of nearly being expelled from college for slipping out after curfew?

Was it the result of being deathly sick from adult chicken pox?

I imagined those life-altering episodes would be segues into a reality where destiny would declare itself . . . but no.

It missed me for some reason and skipped past my doorway onto another timeline where a version of me hijacked it. That destiny was now missing!

So, I decided it was up to me to hijack it back.

If my destiny is being held by another version of myself, then it is time to swap places once and for all. Destiny to me is the ultimate masterpiece of what life can be with a little guidance and charm.

I wanted my life to matter, to mean something, to be a keynote in the grand symphony of this current life. A string, never plucked, would diminish the power of the orchestra, and perhaps leave the audience questioning if they’d paid too much.

That kind of plucking!

Yes, now I have to pluck up the courage to abscond with my destiny when the other version of me is oblivious, and step into the shoes of my new life!

With stealth, I begin to disentangle myself from the carcass of this current life and slowly leave the shell behind. It is not easy to let go, for there are so many needy and petty thoughts anchoring me, moaning at my dismissal. It is not until I am willing to sacrifice this persona that the separation can happen.

This is the fun part!

She is over there, oblivious to my presence, and I am right where I wish to be – so very close to my destiny. The other me wears my current destiny like a tight and perfect skin, and I am surprised to acknowledge that I feel it is a better fit for her. It makes me pause because at this very moment, I realize that perhaps my new destiny was stolen from me because we were not a good fit?

Doubt creeps closer as I observe her mannerisms. I observe that she has the confidence and audacity to wear our destiny and own it like it was made for her. As she artfully plays her tune, the audience applauds loudly, grateful to have found tickets to this living masterpiece.

She (the other me) is not only plucking the strings, but she is dancing, singing, and totally living in the moment, oblivious of me watching close by. I get the notion that the only reason destiny was hijacked was because the door that I insisted was open . . . was, in fact, holding back a song-less space of shadows.

My shadows were keeping it at bay!

My destiny could not enter.

It was so shiny and brilliant, so powerful and mesmerizing, that It had to wait for the right fit . . . the right version of me to wear it with verve and elegance.

I had a choice to make, but I felt unsure.

She was right there in front of me, and I was hanging out on a limb. She had what I always felt was following me – my destiny.

Was I trespassing on someone else’s joy by seeking to poach their happiness for myself?

It was not in me.

I turned away to throw myself onto the bed of my common place existence, then felt a touch on my shoulder. My destiny had followed me even while the other me danced away into the invisible realms of fulfillment. I understood right then and there.

Destiny could only unfold as another version of itself when the vessel was the right fit. To be fulfilled, it needed a favorable state of being. I had to make adjustments to myself, ones that allowed my destiny to fulfill itself. I had to get out of my own way.

Accidents, traumas or obstacles did not beckon destiny. It was my own willingness to be moved by it, to be open to the changes that it would bring whilst it was being fulfilled. It would follow its greatest potential until sabotage, shadows, and ignorance caused it to fade, and then it would seek another version for itself.

I perceived that it was never gone or lost . . . just fulfilling another time slot until the door opened and the coast was clear.