Today’s guest post is from Tracey at One Frazzled Mum. She is one talented lady. I have always been full of admiration for her writing and she is a regular linker to Prose for Thought. I found this post from her really interesting – and I am certain you will too.
A Life Defining Moment. Have you ever had one? And what exactly would be classed as one? If really there is just one at all.
Have you ever had one? And what exactly would be classed as one? If really there is just one at all.
Because really, at the end of the day isn’t life just a sequence of events, small or large that shape who we are and where we go and who we become? It’s a journey sure, one that takes you places, and presents you with all kinds of moments life changing or not. But what exactly do these moments mean if they don’t do anything to you and should each individual one mean something whether you realise it or not?
I read an article not so long ago about a man being charged with murder whilst lying in a hospital bed. He was recovering from being shot by police officers at the home of those he was accused of murdering. Two doctors whose lives he was under suspicion of taking. The judge left his chambers and was pictured standing next to his hospital bed. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the rather curious look on his face. One that, to me, showed his complete disinterest in what was happening around him and portrayed him just looking up to say is this done with yet.
No sadness or remorse was shown on his face. I couldn’t help but think what exactly got him to that place? What life changing moments had he experienced? And what exactly had gotten him to that point in his life? A situation which, to an outsider looking in, appeared to be nothing more than an inconvenience to him. Sure, that picture was but one second of his life and whilst I’m not judging I am curious.
What is a life defining moment?
I have always thought that you would know when you have had a life changing moment. Like in the movies, when something massive happens and tempo changes. Mood music plays in the background and it’s like a light bulb being turned on. And then suddenly you can see everything more clearly and know your path.
Life is not a movie. Not once have I heard a dramatic score being played behind me as I experience yet another curve ball life has thrown my way. Nor have I heard any crowds cheering when I have risen above them and picked my life back up off the floor.
More importantly, there has never been that one major life defining moment. I always expected there to be one. Maybe it is yet to come. Or what if I have missed all the signals? Could I have done? Had it hit me smack bang in the face but I was too short sighted to even notice it and react accordingly? And if that is the case, how do I rectify it? Will another one come? Or will I be destined to be the girl who missed her one defining moment in life and never took the lead in the story that is me?
Waiting for my life defining moment
Life is no longer a gentle scenic route for me. I am on the highway through middle age. In the fast lane without so much as an overpriced service station to stop off at momentarily to take a breath. I need to take a breath. To stop. And think and contemplate exactly what it is that my life is trying to tell me. Before it all is just white noise in the background and I am oblivious to it all and just dancing away to my own tune.
One thing that has hit me since seeing that picture is that I don’t want to be that man in the picture (not planning on committing murder fyi). Someone who is seemingly non plussed and unaware of the severity of what is happening around me. I want to be able to stop once in a while and take stock. To be aware of everything that comes my way good or bad. Because I for one would really like to be present when and if my own life defining moment comes by. Or even the smaller ones making up the way as stepping stones to a road less travelled but ultimately an even better adventure.
About the Author:
Tracey is a single mum to Olivia, 11 and lives in the Wirral. Her blog, One Frazzled Mum, is her place just to indulge her passion for writing- sometimes serious but mostly lighthearted. Connect with her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.