At The Water's Edge
Mistakes, Wrong Turnings and Wrong Paths
Last night I was meant to meet a friend for a drink. I waited for two hours (no reply on his mobile) and he didn't turn up. It was a bit irritating but I discovered it was my mistake, I had got the wrong date. The starge thing is, the whole day up to that point felt out of sorts, things didn't work out as well as they could've have. It was strange. I don't know if there was some sort of precognition in me that was sensing the evening wasn't going to work out as planned but if I have another day like that again I might try and check my plans.
On the plus side, whilst I was waiting in the sun having a beer watching the world go by (it has to be said it wasn't the worst waste of two hours I've had) a friend (who just so happens to be a beautiful woman) that I hadn't seen for a long time turned up and chatted for a little while.
So I have no idea if last night was meant to happen or not but there are some conclusions:
- I am capable of making some very simple, bloody stupid mistakes
- If things don't seem to be going well, perhaps it's a "signal" that your plans aren't quite right
- Even if a mistake is made, some very nice things can come out of it.
And today, actually, the writing is just flowing and falling into place very nicely, thanks very much.
