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Happy Accidents

Today I ran into the girl with the purple feather in her hair and when she saw me with my short hair for the first time, she did a double take and exclaimed, “miss, what happened???” (she was a former student of mine, hence the miss). She goes on to say “it’s nice, but, whhhyyyy?????”. I just smiled back at her and she says, “I see….happy accident?”

Again, I simply smiled and said nothing else.

That simple conversation (if I can call it that) stuck with me the rest of the day and I got to thinking, yes, perhaps this hair cut is one of those happy accidents I tend to have. As I told the girl with the purple feather once when she had asked me about life and why crappy things happen to people, it just happens. It just does. Just because.

It’s kinda like an accident….you don’t mean for it to happen, you don’t plan for it to occur, nor do you wish it comes. It just does. The thing is, no matter how random, difficult, painful, shameful, or negative the accident was, somewhere down the line, you’ll be able to find something of value in that accident.

They're funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you're having them. - Eeyore, Pooh's Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne

She didn’t seem to believe me at first, but when I told her all the good things that have come my way — my teaching jobs (both in the preschool and college), my enrollment in the graduate school program, the course I ended up with in college, blogging, yoga, and even the people I have met — all came from accidents, she kinda got what I meant.

None of those things were in my life plan. They just happened. Admittedly these were the more happy accidents I had encountered, but even those accidents that hurt to bits, all brought something good somehow.  Yeah it may take some time to see the good, but eventually I did.

So yeah, maybe cutting my hair was an accident to begin with. It was a random whim I did without knowing why. Sometimes when I look at the mirror and see my reflection without the long curly locks I had, I feel a wee bit sad and nostalgic and wish I hadn’t done it. But then I realize there’s no use wishing that because it’s over. It’s done. There’s no taking it back. As the saying goes, there’s no use crying over spilled milk, right?

I do know, however, sometimes when you spill that proverbial glass of milk, it’s okay to cry a little bit the because it happened. After all, it still is a form of a loss, right? But yes, there really is no use crying over the milk that had spilled because there’s no way you can un-spill it.

However, there are three things you can do after you accidentally spill that milk.

One, you can pour another glass of milk and try again.

Two, you can sure as hell either mop it up and redeem yourself.

And three, you can look closely at the secret picture this little puddle can bring. If you look close enough, it may just surprise you.

Oh…perhaps there’s one more thing you can do…a bit of all three. Then, perhaps, you can understand that it was a happy accident after all.

Photo: “Don’t cry over spilled milk” by Eric Hart, c/o Flickr. Some Rights Reserved

 

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