Today I met with the perfect moment of destiny, the kind of fate that just seems to bring all the right elements together in an unexpected way.

I was suppose to meet a long-time friend for coffee at a Starbucks not far from where I live, but having had an all night bout of insomnia, which seems to be happening more and more now that I am over 50, it became a matter of emergency that I had to get in the car and start driving before I found myself asleep, the kind of sound sleep that is unaffected by the phone ringing. I was suffering from extreme tiredness and lack of movement wasn't helping. So I drove to where my friend, Laurie's,   appointment was and stopped in the nearby book store to wait.

Sitting in the cozy chair, while reading an excellent news article about epigenetics,thankfully, the drive having waken me up a bit, I noticed the music playing overhead was sung by one of my all time favorite artists, Conor Oberst, and that people were milling about as if we were in a small town not a bookstore (there were two older gentlemen playing chess, families browsing the book selves together) and that is when it struck me. I was in the perfect moment.

How many perfect moments, I wondered gazing away from the serious news article, have I had in my life so far, and how many were disguised as not so perfect moments, a flat tire for instance, that prevented me from a fatal car crash that I would have been in otherwise, further on up the street, if I hadn't been delayed.

In other words, no matter how hard I try to create my own perfect destiny, there is God. I am not sure how my destiny is integrated with the free will premise, but somehow, I believe it is. And so I'll take what comes, good and bad, with the understanding that it is a moment of destiny, each moment, however obvious, disguised or common it may feel.