I had just been thinking seriously about the impending zombie apocalypse* and how I would like to work on obtaining more skills and resources for surviving in it. I was thinking about how easily I’d given up on sewing in 7th and 8th grade, dismissing myself as “bad at it” because I didn’t succeed right away.
Well, I washed my sheets two days ago, and, when putting them back on, I discovered a rip in my sheets. I kind of thought I could ignore it. Then, just now, I elongated the rip by accidentally catching it with my hand. It was only then I realized that this was something I could, possibly, fix myself, and that it would be a good way to try my hand at sewing. If I were religious, I would say that I was being given an opportunity, and, after choosing to ignore it, a reminder.
*This is my catch-all term for possible serious changes in world order such that it drastically affects me and most people around me; it’s a term chosen to be non-scary, since zombies are fictional.