So take a story, for example. That story is destined to be told, no matter what. The writer is simply the vessel. If they choose not to tell it, the inspiration will move on and find someone else that will. It's like a speeding train. You can either hop on for the ride or let it pass you by. No matter what, the train will keep going. That inspiration will find a new vessel.
It's not meant to be for you to tell that story, it's mean to be if you let it be meant to be. It might choose you for the time being, but if you don't choose it back, it'll find someone else.
Currently, I am working as the activity director for a retirement community.
Basically, I call the balls at bingo.
I have never worked with old people before and I'll be honest when I say, it is the strangest, most stressful and hardest job I have ever had. But I love it. I really do. I love them all to bits.
One Wednesday, I was alone at work when a medical alarm went off.
I went to that person's apartment because I was the only one there, just to make sure it wasn't pressed by mistake. (People are always pushing buttons.)
When I went inside, I found a gentleman collapsed on the ground with his wife saying, "I need help. I need help."
She handed me the phone with the 911 dispatcher on the other end who started guiding me through giving him CPR.
The first thing I thought of was that episode of the office and how you're supposed to do it to the beat of Stayin' Alive.
And then I felt bad that that was the first thing I thought of.
I have never done CPR. Ever. In my entire life. I had no clue what I was doing. The dispatcher told me what to look for and how to count, so I just did it. I didn't know what else to do. I was wearing a sun dress that day and my hair kept getting in my face and I was really out of breath because it took nearly 10 minutes for the ambulance to arrive. My hands were all sweaty.
I didn't feel strong or heroic.
I felt small and weak.
Once they took him away, I immediately went home and sat with my dog and cried.
I didn't know if he was gonna live or not. In the moment, I just did it. I was terrified. My adrenaline was out of control and afterward, I was exhausted.
After that, people kept telling me that's why I was at this job. It was meant to be for me to be there for that single moment.
The thing is though, I don't think I was meant to be there. I think I chose to be there. I made myself meant to be there.
I didn't know CPR. If the cosmos decided I was meant to be there, then they should have had me better prepared.
I think sometimes life is like that speeding train. You can either grab on or walk away.
Don't let life live you. Make yourself meant to be. In every moment.
Whether it's a job. A relationship. A dream.
Just grab it.
It might be scary and it might be too much and afterward, you might need to sit with your dog and cry a little, but if you don't take those moments, they will find someone else that will. That story will get written whether it's your name in the byline or not - so you have to choose.
The gentleman ended up passing away a few days later. (Working with elderly people has given me a new perspective on death. They don't always view it as a sad thing. They just seem to understand life better and maybe with age that just happens.) It's not like I saved his life. I didn't.
That's the thing about something being meant to be. About choosing to be meant to be. You can't choose what you're meant for. The story will be written, but you can't choose the ending because it already exists, you just need to write it down.
I was just meant to, in that moment, be in that place. I chose to be there. I chose to act regardless of how it turned out and regardless of how unqualified I felt.
And maybe that's how life is. Moments won't just be handed to you, you need to seize them.
You need to act. Right then. Right there. It won't wait.
Life won't wait. It's happening right now.
Choose to be meant to be. Don't just settle for it.