As my mentor often says, its all about connecting the nodes. At tea with an eclectic crew of creatives and thinkers, one of our cadres resisted the moniker as it was thoroughly not sexy. Despite that, he is on point with his connection being a valuable trait for building tantalizing bigger pictures.
I enjoy connecting. I find the pinballing across the bumpers and whirlygigs of life to be thrilling — the way our world lights up when we make contact. If everything goes well, we might end up in a multi-ball situation--bouncing against our fellows in a tumult of high scores.
As my node pulses out in the web of entangled priorities, it is converging towards its destiny — the paralysis of paths that sometimes plague us in the form of FOMO disappears in connection. For every opportunity in which my path shifted in ways that shook me there is someone, I am connected to who kept the course. I still get a sense of where things lead and wish them well.
I am also finding that learning to repair where bonds got damaged is as essential a skill as cultivating and maintaining. The opportunity to improve a friendship that I treasured presented itself and I am taking full advantage of rebuilding. Ego is never a good substitute for love.
While we may wish to be the architects of our fortune sometimes, we need to put in the civil engineering work.