I came across a book today called, “Living A Charmed Life, Your Guide To Finding Magic In Every Day,” (by Victoria Moran, Harper One, 2009.) Intriguing concept for a gal who writes about fairy tales or the lack thereof.
Ms. Moran talks about why living in shades of gray seems a little ridiculous when there is bright, beautiful color to be had, and is found in ordinary, simple things, even when it’s not obvious. I settled in for a few minutes to read this collection of aspiring essays which got me thinking about the charm in my day today.
My son slept in his street clothes last night. Charming.
I stepped in cat puke on my way downstairs. Uber-charming.
My email inbox was filled with all things Monday-morning that crashed the program. Wonderful.
I had no less than 17 voice mails that I had not retrieved yet. Fun.
Mr. Ex decided to go into work late for no reason, giving me less time for a little peace and quiet before I had to start running the kids here and there. Great.
I was sitting in the salon, hair gooped up in color, and my close friend decided to pop in with her man-friend who I have never met before. Now that’s really charming.
My son’s therapist told me she is going to have to charge more after hearing about the last week in our family’s lives. She was kidding, but you know, thinking about the meaning in that is pure charm.
Then I read on. In the midst of this author talking about her full, rich, engaging life, she described the time that her teenage stepson unexpectedly died from a virus. Whoa. If that isn’t something that makes you stop and think I’m not sure what is. Hence her book, how to live through profound circumstances and still find a way to live in the light.
I’m not promoting her book, but I could have written it, as I have lived by these concepts for a long time. When you take a step back from your life and find some kind of gratitude in every possible part of your day-to-day living, it makes it a little easier to find the color. I think it runs much deeper than optimism, than the glass is half-full concept, and even rose-colored glasses.
Many of my lifelong friends and family would argue that I did not get where I am today by finding gratitude or joy every day. In fact, maybe just the opposite. They have listened to, supported, assisted, and lifted me up along the arduous journey I have had, rubber-band snapping me right out of despair during life-altering horrible situations. But as they did that I listened, and I worked hard, while I fought for strength, for hope, for peace, and for joy.
It’s really about a sense of self, a sense of belief in who you are and what you want, what you need, and a determination of how to get it. It’s learning to find serenity in what you can’t change and enthusiasm in what you can. It’s about trying to live calmly when there is a hurricane around you, and seeing the beauty in the storm rather than the storm itself. It’s about faith. Faith that you will be ok no matter what. That’s when the magic unfolds.
There was a lot of charm today.
My son did his own laundry.
My cat curled up on my lap offering unconditional love and fur.
My emails were abundantly rich in gratitude from others about things that I have done to help them feel better.
I talked to an old friend today that warmed my heart and made me smile.
Mr. Ex actually has a job that he likes even if he was slower than usual in getting out the door.
I got to meet my dear friend’s future husband who I have only heard about for so many months.
And my son’s therapist is also my friend and invited me out for coffee so we could just relax together.
I don’t really need a guide to finding magic in every moment of the day, although there are days I could use a reminder. I’ve had a lot of opportunities to practice, and this is life, so I’m sure there will be many more. There is reality and then there is reality with a glimmer of polish. I’m going to keep trying to bravely surmount every challenge this life presents with at the very least, the glimmer of a smile, and see it all in living color.