If You Look For Magic, You’ll Always Find it
Sometimes life makes no sense. But if you believe that everything is always working out, it will.
A few years ago I woke up on a Sunday and the neighbor across from our townhouse had water pouring out over their garage in floods, and their garage door was open. I didn’t think much of it and figured they knew, until about 1pm that day when I realized it was still happening. So we went over to check in on them and make sure they were ok. Turns out other neighbors got together with us and ended up calling the fire department. It was Memorial Day weekend and they were out of town, and a pipe had burst on their third floor level, damaging and flooding their entire house. They ended up really happy, because their house had become too small for them, they had all the casualties taken care of by insurance, and moved out into a single house of their own much more appropriate for their life circumstances.
Things aren’t always what they seem.
I once had several job interviews for an English teaching position in Cary. I thought it was a dream job, and there were like 8 openings. I really hit it off and got called back until the final round, and didn’t get the job. I sobbed my face off. And today I’m SO grateful I didn’t because that’s definitely not my path. I have so many teacher friends that love their job, it just wasn’t for me. I’m still not entirely sure what is, but that was not it. Though in the moment, I was devistated.
Even when things don’t seem to make sense, everything is happening as it should.
The other day I remembered that once, on our way driving to ISU, a friend and I saw the northern lights. I had to text her to make sure I didn’t make that up, because we don’t live in Alaska. But she confirmed: it was green and moving and bright and we were listening to Disney soundtracks as I drove and we watched the magic in the sky above us. Often magic happens in unexpected times and places.
Sometimes, when I go to the grocery store, I sing out loud along with the music they play in the store while grocery shopping. And people look at me like I’m a little nuts. And then I look back at them like they’re nuts, because this is a great song, why wouldn’t you sing along?? Have more fun.
The moral of the story is that we’re only here once. And sometimes it makes no logical sense. Or looks bad or hard or new. But everything’s always working itself out.
“Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should.” (Desiderata, by Max Erhmann, 1952)