Thank You for Time Travelers
As a child, I mentally escaped from dysfunction by staring out of windows and imagining far off lands, people I would meet some day, and the person who I would be some day.
In Michigan, at age nine, I saw a future adult me with long red hair, a long trench coat, a black turtle neck, and tall black boots standing in front of a college with books in her hands. I saw this future me in 1968 when this was the style of clothing in my environment. At that time, my red hair was cropped by my own hand into an uneven mess and I lived in a chaotic atmosphere where few people finished high school, let alone went to college. So I don’t know what inspired such a vision.
In 1986, at age 27, I was walking out of my anthropology class, through the giant doors of a college I was attending in California. I stopped in front of the double doors before descending the cement stairs down to the sidewalk.
I looked down at my feet. Tall black boots had come back in style. I was wearing a long rain coat over a black turtle neck sweater. My hair was waist length.
It took a few minutes to recall why I was experiencing Déjà vu.
When I remembered the nine year old girl who had the vision, I got tears in my eyes and said out loud “Thank you, we made it.”
I am recalling this experience because I am presently reading a great book called The Time Traveler’s Wife.
I am wondering if this book is not as fictional as it’s supposed to be.
I am wondering if we really can manifest our destinies within the fate we have inherited. I am wondering if I might be a little bit cuckoo or a bit of an idealistic romantic.
But I am thankful for what ever it is that guided that nine year old to a better place. (including all the wonderful people she just happened to meet on the way)
And by the way, Click this: Thank You for Windows