About a year ago I sat in my living room in upstate NY trying to come up with a new name for my blog. I tossed around various ideas before I settled on Accidental Euphoria because it seemed to fit my life, or maybe what I hoped my life would be. Recently a friend commented that he wasn’t so sure my happiness was accidental, that I might have had a little something to do with it. Perhaps. Still, I can’t help but think of all of the unintended moments of bliss and euphoria that I have experienced; choosing Austin over all the other random dots on a map, the parks and cafes I found while making lost turns in a new city, the friends that I met because I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Last night was the perfect example of stumbling into something great; something that I never expected.
A few weeks ago I was catching up on my World Cafe podcasts and David Dye told me to listen to John Butler Trio. So I did. And then while driving to work earlier this week I heard that this very same John Butler Trio was coming to town this weekend. So I bought tickets. My favorite concert friend said she might not be able to make it, but I gave her the ticket anyway and told her to do her best. I showed up to the concert solo, feeling just a little bit awkward and self conscious and wondering what I was even doing there in the first place. Then he came out and started playing and I was slapped in the face with his incredible music that seemed to say, happiness? euphoria? We’ve got that. And they did. I sang and danced and my friend showed up and we sang and danced and howled at the full moon. We went bat shit crazy because he told us to and his music took our souls away and danced with them in the stars and then graciously returned them to our sweating, screaming, dancing bodies. It was epic. It was overwhelming. We both made our way out of the concert speechless and wondering how we could have stumbled upon something so great.
Sometimes euphoria is most definitely accidental.