There’s this really weird thing that happens in Kyrgyz schools. You’re teaching a class when all of a sudden the door opens, some random face peers in, the jaw goes slack, and the door closes. Then it happens again. And again. Count ‘em, six, seven, eight times or more the door opens and bangs shut, eight times or more the flow of the lesson stops, the waves crashing against the blackboard.
Not a single face asks for anything.
Not even a foot steps in the room.
There’s no answer. No reason. No explanation.
I caught one of the people once as they were turning down the hallway, running after them to catch up.
“Why did you just open the door and shut it again?”
He just shrugged.
Once I tried locking the door from the inside to keep people from opening it. The next person just knocked until I opened it.
“Oh. You’re teaching in here.”
Yes, I’m teaching in here! What else goes on in a classroom!!
It must be the universe just having a laugh at this lesson. And I mean the lesson I’m being taught as I stand in front of the room.
Life is just one long list of interruptions. Whoever called life a path was wrong. Life is not a path. It’s a game of plinko.
As I was trying to insert this plinko video, my girlfriend called me. I looked at the phone and thought, “Eh, I can call back. I need to finish this thought.”
Five minutes later I’m hearing on the other end of the line, “You didn’t answer because you were writing?”
“So…your blog thing is more important than me?”
“I…uh…you know…(actually plinko?)…well…actually you were interrupting my post on interruptions, so congratulations—you just made my blog!”
Oh, the irony.
Actually, it’s not ironic at all because interruptions are all that ever happen.
There’s no such thing as a line we tread through life. We’re jostled. Bumped. Tossed. Lifted and hurled. One of you out there tell me you’re in the spot you pictured being in 10 years ago.
My friend Maksat likes to say one little turn even from your current direction puts you in an unimaginably different place years down the road. One degree to the left or the right. One nudge. One phone call possibly.
And it’s so good to realize that. To know that the interruptions aren’t hurting your plans for your life. They are your life. That when the phone rings you’ve got life coming at you in a way you maybe couldn’t have anticipated and it’s your new little thread that you grab onto to ski along the waves. Life is interruptions, and that is great.
What are your favorite interruptions? Where have they taken you?