I mentioned yesterday that I went to a party on Friday night – one of my favorite events of the year that I wouldn’t think of missing. But, as luck would have it, the writers group that I just joined was also having a party Friday night, so I hoped to squeeze in both.
As the fun and games wound down around 10:45, and people started to depart, I sent a text to a friend in the writers group asking her if that party was still going. If she’d said it was, I probably would have left then, driven about half an hour up the coast, through some winding, dark streets to a house I’d never been to to hang out with people I was pretty excited about getting to know better, especially in a strictly social situation.
My friend never texted back, so instead I stayed at party #1. You know how there’s always the party crowd that disperses and the small gathering that stays much later – generally ten or so people who prefer the quiet conversation that can follow a raucous event? That’s what I accidentally was part of, by virtue of not getting a text saying to come on over to the other place.
It was awesome. The conversation was enlightening and joyful and at times, hysterical, and I’m so glad to have been a part of it, well into the night.
The next morning, my friend from the writers group sent an apologetic email. She didn’t have cell service at the party and hadn’t gotten my text, but it went until 1:00 a.m. so I could have gone after all and probably had a great time.
Could have. But I believe that in situations like this that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. Who knows what would have happened if I’d tried to go to the other party? I might have had a car accident looking for the house, or I might have met a producer there who would set up my next script at a studio for a million dollars.
The point is – I don’t know, and so, I don’t care. There is never a reason to dwell on the unknown, or to worry about what you are missing, because the truth is, you aren’t missing anything. You are right where you are supposed to be.