Today, I was casually scrolling Facebook.

So typical of me, right?

But I wasn't searching for inspiration, pondering on the mysteries of life, nor sitting somewhere journaling with a candle burning beside me.

I was looking at Sims 4 posts. 😭🤣

And somehow, because apparently this is just how my life works now,
I ended up having a philosophical breakthrough.

I came across a post from a woman who was recreating her childhood home in The Sims 4. She had found an old real-estate listing with pictures and a floor plan and tried to send the link to herself.

Except she accidentally sent it to someone associated with
the listing on the realtor’s website.
Well, that person reached out to her, assuming she might be interested in buying a home in the area. The woman explained the mistake and told her that she'd actually lived in the house for nine years as a child. Her parents had completed many of the renovations, she had beautiful memories there, and she was recreating the home in The Sims
as a way of preserving it.

And then something interesting happened.

The person on the other end wanted to see it.
She even mentioned that if the house were ever listed again, the Sims version could potentially make great advertising.

Now, will anything actually come from that text exchange?
Who knows.
That's not even what got me.
What got me was the possibility that had opened where there hadn't appeared to be one before.

This woman wasn't trying to network.
She wasn't pitching a service.
She wasn't asking herself how she could monetize playing The Sims.
She was recreating a place that meant something to her.
And through a completely accidental interaction, someone else looked at what she was creating and essentially said:

Hold on. There may be value in this.

For a minute, I sat there staring at my laptop screen thinking about how the possibilities that exist beyond what we're currently capable of imagining.

And that's when I started thinking about a drop of water.

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Maybe my desires are the drop.

Love.
Partnership.
Freedom.
Abundance.
Creative fulfillment.
Meaningful work.
Beautiful experiences.

Whatever it may be.

The desire itself is where the drop meets the puddle of water.

But what about everything that radiates outward from there?

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Then farther.

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And a little farther.

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Lately, I've spent a lot of my life thinking about desires in terms of their destination.

This is what I want.

And naturally, the mind wants to build the entire damn construction plan around it.

How will it happen?
Who will bring it to me?
What opportunity will lead there?
What bridge of events needs to occur?

And my personal favorite:

Okay, but WHEN though?!

Because apparently releasing the how wasn't enough.
I needed a tracking number too. 😭🤣

But I've been studying myself-–creating my own little evidence-based research project where the participant, the researcher, and the problematic variable are all me. 😂

And I've noticed something.

When I become clear about something I want, continue moving in its direction, continue living my life, and continue caring for myself regardless of what my circumstances appear to be saying, things often unfold much faster than I realized they would.
I usually don't know the exact day, time,
or sequence of events to unfold.
But when I look back, the unfolding rarely resembles something
I could have mapped beforehand.

Sometimes one experience led directly into another.
Sometimes the connection only became obvious later.

And if I'm being truthful, not every part of those bridges felt good while I was walking across them.
At all.

Some experiences were beautiful.
Some were uncomfortable as hell and made absolutely
no sense at the time.
Some I would have happily returned for store credit or a refund. 😭

But I kept moving.
And eventually I would find myself somewhere new, only to realize that this place revealed another possibility.
And another.
Then another.

That's when it hit me:

Maybe the fulfillment of my desire isn't limited to the desire itself.
Maybe what I currently imagine is only the drop.

Because how could I possibly predict every relationship, opportunity, idea, conversation, experience, or version of myself that might radiate outward from something that hasn't even fully
entered my experience yet?

There may be things available to Future Me that Present Me
doesn't have enough information to desire.

And whew!
That one shifted something in me.

Because I don't want to make my desires smaller.
I want what I want. Period!
But I'm becoming less interested in knowing how those desires are fulfilled.

Maybe love arrives exactly as I've imagined it—and then opens me to experiences that I never knew to imagine.
Maybe one financial opportunity creates another, which introduces a person, which awakens an idea, which leads somewhere I couldn't possibly have predicted from where I started.
Maybe something I create simply because I enjoy creating it finds its way to somebody who sees value in it that I hadn't even considered.

Maybe the thing I currently call the destination becomes another beginning.

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And perhaps that's why I'm also becoming less concerned with knowing exactly when.
I can desire something now without making today an interrogation room where life has to explain when it's arriving.

I can keep living.
Keep creating.
Keep following what feels meaningful.
Keep responding to what's actually in front of me.
And remain available to what I haven't thought of yet.

Because I've lived enough life now to know that one thing
really can lead to another.
And another.
Then another.
Sometimes the bridge only becomes visible after I've crossed it.

And that's the invitation I'm giving myself now:
Honor the drop.
Let the ripples surprise me.

And wouldn't you know it—the very post that made me think about all of this created another ripple before I even finished processing it.

Because somewhere between reading the comments and thinking about that woman's Sims house, I realized:

I want to write about this.

And now you're reading it.

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Where does this ripple go next?
I have absolutely no idea.
But I'm finally beginning to understand that I don't need to.
Which is quite the realization considering, approximately five minutes before all of this, I was just trying to look at some damn Sims posts!
But apparently enlightenment has no respect for recreational scrolling. 😭🤣

So I'll keep dreaming.
I'll keep desiring.
I'll keep living.
I'll keep dropping things into the water.
And I'll leave some room for life to show me just how much farther they can travel than I ever knew to imagine.

The desire may be mine.
The ripples don't need my instructions.

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