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The sparks for these images had everything to do with timing, which is an idea I can easily fixate on: How much of our fate depends on timing? Is there such a thing as the right season, wrong day, or ideal moment? Did pausing to look at an interesting tree mean I missed meeting a new friend or avoided a fender bender? And ultimately, am I better or worse for the sequence of events? I recently watched a movie about this concept (Sliding Doors, 1998). It introduced a new possibility: perhaps the better and worse sequences are ultimately the same — we end up where we are supposed to be either way. I find that idea comforting. While writing this, I have also come to the following conclusions:
1. Second-guessing every decision in my life is the true thief of joy.
2. Those moments on OBRIEN and 6TH STREET were quietly exceptional, and comparison helped me to fully appreciate them.
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