On Thursday evening, a long-time participant in my Coping and Healing groups — after listening to what other members were sharing and discussing — offered this helpful conclusion:
You just never know.
You just never know what somebody else intends to communicate, but I felt like I knew what that person meant.
You just never know:
- what is going to happen next,
- another person’s experience,
- why people make the choices they do,
- another person’s thoughts,
- all the feelings somebody else is having,
- how and why other people behave the ways they do,
- what our leaders are thinking,
- how everything that happens might have an effect,
- how other people see you,
- what it’s like to be another creature on this earth,
- how to keep up with rapidly evolving technology,
- how we’re all going to survive,
- how to make meaning out of senseless cruelty,
- how people go on after traumatic experiences,
- what beauty you are going to encounter,
- how kind strangers can be,
- how much time we have in this world,
- what the heck I’m going to blog about any given day, and
- which images are going to capture my attention, as I make my way through this world.
… you just never know what I’m going to bring back from Scotland.
You just never know what’s going to show up outside a hospital gift shop.
You just never know what beautiful natural scenes exist close to where you are.
If you know anything about me from reading this blog, you probably know that I’ll be doing my darnedest to get outside for lunch on a Friday. You might also know, if you’re a long time and faithful reader, that my Friday lunch choice, from the cafeteria where I work, is kick-ass macaroni and cheese (not pictured).
You just never know what people are going to say at a goodbye party, although that usually includes words of appreciation never before spoken. After I took that last picture above, I witnessed many others expressing love and hopes for my wonderful co-worker, Mary, who is retiring from our hospital-based practice. Mary, when saying goodbye to me in front of everybody, mentioned Friday macaroni and cheese! You just never know how well somebody can get to know you, in only four years. I told people at that going-away party that if I didn’t know I would definitely see Mary after she leaves next week, I knew I’d be bursting into tears.
You just never know how many connections you’re going to make in one day.
You just never know what amazing things you’re going to see when you’re spending time with somebody you love.
And you just never know when the inspiration for a blog post title is going to hit. Yesterday, on my drive home to spend Friday evening with my boyfriend Michael, I noticed something I’d never known before, and I pulled over to the side of the road to photograph it:
You just never know when a local marching band is going to appear on a main street.
You just never know when auto-correct is going to slow you down — it just took me many attempts and minutes to write “Main Street” in that last paragraph without initial capitals.
You just never know when I’m going to give up fighting auto-correct.
You just never know what music I’m going to choose on a Saturday.
You just never know when a beloved friend is going to raise you up by inviting you to go to a musical, like my friend Barbara did yesterday. Six hours from now, know that Barbara and I will be at a matinee of Kinky Boots, in Boston.
You just never know how others are going to comment on something you create. I guess we’ll find out, below!
Unknowing and knowing thanks to those who helped me create this post today and to you — of course! — for all you know.