Warning: I’m going to begin this blog with an overused pop culture reference. Apologies in advance.
This one time at band camp, some friends and I played with a Ouija board. Since this was a Catholic high school band, this an even stranger event than it seems on the surface. If you’ve never played with a Ouija board, I’ll give a brief description. The board is covered in letters, numbers, and some short words (think yes and no) and there’s a small plastic triangle with a round window in the middle. Two people lay their fingers lightly on the sides of the triangle, someone asks a question, and allegedly the spirits move the plastic to answer.
So what did a bunch of 13 year old girls ask? Well, about boys, of course. (I know. You’re shocked. Stay with me, it gets better.)
When it was my turn, I asked, “Who will I marry?” The plastic triangle moved over the initials D and O and I spent the rest of the day trying to think of what last names started with an O so I’d be prepared for the new moniker.
Two disclaimers. I was not moving the little plastic piece, nor did it feel as if my friend on the other side were doing so. And I did not know a boy with the initials DO. However, nine years later I would move to Nashville on a whim and within 48 hours of arriving, meet a man by these initials. Just over two years later, I would marry him.
*cue Twilight Zone music
I’m not writing this blog to back up the validity of a game sold in the toy aisle as something mystic. (Though I also see no reason to tempt fate and welcome such a thing into my house these days.) My point here is that I asked the wrong question. What I should have asked is “With what man am I meant to be?”
Okay, I wouldn’t have asked with proper grammar, but whatever. You see, DO wasn’t my meant to be, and in my debut novel, Beth Chandler is engaged to a man who is also not her meant to be. But she does find him by the end of the book. Actually, she finds him in the first chapter, but it takes a couple hundred pages for the truth to hit them both.
I often wondered what the board would have told me if I’d asked the right question. It was pretty accurate on what I did ask, so I can’t help but think the answer was right there, at my 13 year old fingertips, and I missed it.
Have you found your meant to be? If so, how did you do it? Every played with a Ouija board? Would you?