A few weeks ago, I attended a conference on the human smuggling that occurs across the Arizona-Mexico border that was put on by Arizona State University’s North American Center for Transborder Studies. This conference was close to my heart not only because I am from Phoenix, Arizona, but also because I attended Arizona State University for my first year of college before transferring to American University here in Washington, D.C. I did not know that the conference was put on by ASU until I got there, and once I did I felt a lot of the different pieces of my life clicking into place.
I am a firm believer in the saying, “everything happens for a reason.” I believe that God lays before us a certain path with many forks connecting and extending to and from it. To me, that means that there are many different roads to our ultimate path, our chosen journey. For me, that meant starting out in one place, realizing it wasn’t exactly where I was supposed to be, and branching out, stepping outside of my little box and comfort zone, to where I was being called. When I get little reminders, such as the conference that was put on by ASU, that all of the little pieces of my life really do connect, I am affirmed in knowing that I am in the right place and doing what I should be. Having these different experiences helps me to see the world through a larger scope. It reinforces the idea that all of us, all across the world, are connected. And getting those little reminders keeps me focused on my path, my journey.