Today’s afternoon walk with B was nothing that I had intended or expected.

Nothing.

It started with a Woodshop diversion. Literally. I had to stop by The Woodshop and ask Mr.B about a chair that Aunt J needs to have fixed.

Mr. B likes to talk. A looooot. And I was in one of those moods, where after saying twice that I had to go and he kept on plowing through, as though I didn’t even say anything — and in all fairness, maybe he didn’t hear me — I just didn’t have it in me to object.

So I sat. For a good 24 minutes. It was probably closer to 30, but whose counting? Besides, I figured he needed to talk to someone and I was the someone at the right some time.

Next up and just a couple blocks down the street, was a pitstop with my Guru. Which is always welcomed. Except we were interrupted very early on by a rather chatty customer.

Again, I found myself in the midst of passive conversations — people who needed to talk, were desperate to talk, and I indulged that need.

On the one hand it’s nice, because you aren’t required to say much in these circumstances, yet, I still found myself being worn down.

Just as I went to leave, in comes another customer who I had just met the week before. We totally hit it off, once we quickly realized we both do yoga.

I had only been meaning to email her for the last week and was thrilled our paths crossed again. I think she’s one of My People this go around.

I then was also stopped by two neighbors on my way back. B and I barely got any walking done, but that’s okay, The Universe had other plans and sometimes, that’s just what we need.

Being side tracked does have its pros — The Universe’s own way of telling me that everything is unfolding just as it should be.

The next time you’re stopped, sidetracked, stuck in conversation, remember that. There’s a reason you are where you are.