- Walking my dog on the beach tonight and watching her cavort in the water = magical moment.
- My grandson having his bath and flopping on his belly, with his face in the water to swim = hilarious magical moment.
- My little nanna nap on the lounge this afternoon just because I could, no urgent activities requiring my attention = magical moment
- My boys all doing well and staying out of mischief = stress free magical moment
I am the magician and I finally accept that I have to create the magic, I have to make things happen, I have to appreciate the good in my life. I have to be brave and step up and do something if I'm not happy with something. Yes I have goals, yes I have plans, but yes sometimes fear of the unknown also keeps us plodding along on the same path.
I also discovered a book along my path, because what's one more to add to the 60 already waiting to be read on my Kindle. Lets face it, I have enough reading material to be stranded in the desert for at least 12 months, except of course battery life might be a problem.
Anyway the book is called "Write it Down and Make it Happen", I read the sample and wanted to read more, so I bought it - there's a common pattern here.
It took me forever to find an ebook version of it though, because Amazon for all it's marvel don't initially list the Kindle version, and postage from the US and time waiting for delivery is just too painful and expensive for me. Simon and Schuster have an e-book version but won't let me create an account because I live on a little unknown island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called Australia.
Anyway after much hoo-hah, I discovered you can buy it through Amazon from Simon Schuster - but they don't make it easy, ahhhh the pain of it all.
Back to my original theme for this post - creating magical moments. We're all in charge of the magic, we need to make things happen, we need to be grateful for the simple things in our lives. I get a kick out of telling my boys to see it, believe it and it will happen and then the disbelieving smirks on their faces when they say 'yes mum, you were right'.
They don't understand the magic yet, they just think I'm being mum. It's genetic you know, my mum passed the positive gene to me but I think you have to be older (or at least wiser to believe in it)
I never used to be such an eternal optimist, but there comes a time (getting old's a shit) when you realise that all the stressing in the world isn't going to change what will be. Finding a way to deal with it and seeing the magical moments for what they really are, is the key.
Have a magical week everyone.