It’s one of those things that nobody believes until it happens to them… Magic times are long gone, maybe they never existed, people say. But how do you explain craving a vanilla buttercream cupcake in the middle of a crazy day, when you’re so swamped with work that it would be a miracle if you make it to the restroom, and all of the sudden a vanilla buttercream cupcake shows up on your desk with a little note “though you need some sugar”…. Gotta love magic! And it’s all in the brain! Once it happened to you, that is…then, you believe. And then, you make it happen. Again, and again…you’re hooked on goodness.
But there’s the other face of the coin, when you can see the flower blossoming in your palm, being as beautiful as it could ever be, and then, in one blink, turning into a venus flytrap, biting your finger to the bone… Magic…gone wrong…who could tell why? Maybe beauty brings doom…or maybe just jealousy, and that, in turn, slams doors in your face when you least expect it…
This week I tried a little something that a very wise lady once told me. “It’s all in your head” she said. “If you set it in your head that you will focus on yourself, not on what happens to you because of outside factors, then you will live the results”. She, of course, forgot to say that if you don’t set it in your head, the same thing happens, except with a different twist…the results…not always good. You fall and break your dreams. And your dreams are the ones that keep you growing.
This week I followed the advice and chose to be “beautiful”…with all the risk of being called a lunatic. Hey, gotta live on the edge sometimes… The first day, people looked at me like I was crazy. The second, they were confused, what another “good day”? The third, I got the looks and words, and the interjections. Today everyone knew I was “beautiful”, and nobody had a problem with it…talk about Pavlov…smart man! This week, I allowed myself to dream in color and not hide my joy. This week I chose to be happy. This week was really hard otherwise, but my only memories are of the finished projects, the smiles, and the kind words. I couldn’t tell you who was upset, angry, or simply detested me for how simple life was in my lane… It wouldn’t matter anyway! I was beautiful. I will be beautiful next week, too, and then, I’ll be the absolutely beautiful person enjoying Spring break….see, it’s all in my head!..Magic!