Kismet…

January 5, 2018

Words are important. They help us to communicate and to ensure we are understood. They can both describe a feeling and illicit emotion. We often underestimate the power of words to truly describe a situation or a feeling but I learned recently if we dig deep enough into the root of a word we may be suprised how fitting that word is to describe an emotion.

sur·viv·al. the state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstances.

kis·met. destiny. fate.

kismet

We had survived the holidays! We had survived the mountains of gifts that seem to go unappreciated. We had survived the countless dishes that must be washed and put away after the many get-togethers we host. We survived the familial obligations.

This year was different. Not only had we survived the holidays, I had survived the transition from shareholder of an engineering company to business owner of a firm I shared with my husband. I will admit now that I underestimated the powerful emotional impact of this transition. Survival.

Feeling success with the holidays behind us, my husband and I orchestrated a well-needed date night. Luckily, we had a trip to sunshine planned one week from dinner. My husband is a Board member for a credit union and we attend a leadership conference for credit union’s every year on the Hawaiian islands. This year’s conference was being held on our favorite Hawaiian island, Maui. I could not wait. I yearn for sunshine. I need it.

This year the trip to the Islands felt different. I had officially confirmed my connection to my Hawaiian heritage. They were, in a very real sense, “my people.” At dinner I looked at my husband and asked him, “should I write a letter to my dad now that I know his name?” I admitted to having done a brief internet search and quickly giving up not finding his contact information. Within seconds, and at the same time my husband’s head is bobbing up and day with an enthusiastic yes, you should reach out to him, I receive a text. The text is from my sister telling me she had located my dad’s address and phone number on Oahu. My sister and I had not talked about me reaching out to my dad nor had I asked her to help me find his contact information.

The only word I could use to describe this moment was kismet. How did she know I was considering writing a letter…how did she know I wasn’t sure how to find my dad’s contact information…how did she know to spend time looking for his address at that exact moment?

We cannot, we should not, underestimate the power of our connections to one another. Kismet.

 

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