Our Paths Crossed Unexpectedly

It's always in the moments when you are happiest; the times in your life when you are moving forward that a million things try pushing against you. I moved to San Diego in December, have been making a new life for myself, found a fabulous church that I've been searching pretty much my whole life for, and even started dating again... finally.

But life is never easy. Life challenges the heck out of you, especially when you're going after your dreams. There have been a million times I just needed to pick up the phone and talk to my mom and what made it even worse was that I couldn't. There was no way around it. No amount of praying or wishing could make it happen. I just had to deal with it on my own.

Yet, in those moments of despair and grief and complete and utter frustration, if you just continue to do the right thing, no matter how difficult it may be at the time, the Universe [or God] will open doors along our path of life.

Sometimes those doors are opened through crazy "coincidences." I've had some interesting opportunities come up since I moved to San Diego. Lots of different people have been placed in my path and I know they have all been put there for a reason. This weekend, however, the one person I least expected was placed in my path...

Ladies and gentlemen, THE Stephen Strasburg - pitcher for the Washington Nationals [my number one team.] He's a pretty big deal. Selected as the first pick in the 2009 MLB Draft :)

We just casually bumped into each other at the PGA Farmers Insurance Open at Torrey Pines this weekend. I honestly couldn't believe it. We walked past the 1st Hole, went over to watch the players on the putting green, and then I looked to my right and there he was. Didn't meet Tiger Woods but I met Strasburg. Couldn't have asked for more!

Also, don't mind my hair. For those of you who pay attention to sports, you probably know that it was a crazy foggy/humid day in La Jolla which resulted in suspended play throughout the day and eventually they called it around 3pm.

But aside from the fog in La Jolla and the fog in my life, I crossed paths with someone that I didn't even cross paths with back when I lived in DC. The fog cleared for a couple moments to remind me that, "Hey, you're on the right path, Chels. And here's a little something special to prove it."

It's the little miracles in life [like running into Strasburg at a golf tournament in San Diego] that remind you that you're exactly where you're meant to be.

To Be Continued...