I remember an adult once telling me when I was young that I needed to try different things in order to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember thinking, “How could I possibly just fall into something I love by chance? Into something I’m meant to become? Is it perhaps a bit more predestined than that?”
The cute little 7-year-old girl was all smiles when she attempted to lean the chair back on it’s legs and balance without support. As I sprinted across the room to catch her as she fell I heard her mother calmly say (as if in slow motion), “Is that a good choice?” I saw the girl’s smile fade as she realized the risk she was taking and returned the chair to the upright position without falling.