Is there such a thing as missed opportunities?
Or did they never exist in the first place?
Years ago I met this incredible lady. So full of passion and art. She encouraged me in my own art and asked if I would be interested in joining her in some art projects. I wanted to, very badly.
I struggled with that no. Here I thought was a door, an opportunity. I wanted to get to know her better, to participate, to learn, to grow. But my path took me away. Was I missing an opportunity? Or was it not an opportunity to begin with if I wasn’t allowed to walk through that door? Or was that just a cop out? Over time and a few scattered phone calls and a visit here and there, but the no refused to budge.
So I kept going down my path. I could not will our paths to cross again. As much as I would have liked to get to know this amazing woman, the door closed. Was it really an opportunity if it never could have happened? Logic argued with feelings.
So I kept going. Maybe I harbored a sliver of hope that one day our paths would cross again. Someone who encouraged me to pursue my art again. Some who saw the value in trying, beginning, being, doing, living.
She has gone. Tonight we will remember her and her art, and the special place she had in so many people’s hearts.