I don’t lead an extraordinary life.
Far from it. I work a pretty mundane full time customer service job where I am face to face with people all day long. I come home to my fairly mundane two bedroom brick house on the southside of the largest city in Iowa, known as part of flyover country. I take care of the three felines that are fairly mundane as well. I’m married to a man who is just as mundane as I am. Even my hobbies are nothing to brag about. I write silly fantasy tales that no one reads. I hike miles in the woods looking for “junk” that others have left behind.
But life is pretty magical nevertheless.
A few years ago, I decided I was no longer going to live life trying to please others.
I instead try to live this life of mine by my own rules. I take long walks when I want to and spend time as a hermit in my tiny abode when I need to. I work because I have to, but even that job is awesome most of the time. I have the freedom to do what I want often when I want (as long as I have the free time) and aside from my other half because I do care what he thinks, there’s no one that I have to say anything to or get permission from.
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to be part of something truly awesome. Six friends and I traveled three hundred miles from our homes in this little swath of the Midwest to the “Mount Rushmore State.” Our purpose was to find two different sets of geocaches that were laid out in two different artworks. It was an exhausting, whirlwind day in which a series of missteps and curveballs came flying our way. Any of those could have ruined our day, but we persevered, we persisted, and we found the magic in the moments. I even made a hilarious video because of it (and because I ended up with a bunch of photos of my friend Steve and had been humming the song I chose all day long):
Some people might call this life I live mundane. And it is. But I see the magic in it as well. There is a certain wonder in the way the grass in my front yard always seems to need to be cut every other Saturday no matter the fact that I never water it. There is the magic of a sunset through a car window along the interstate system after coming home way later than expected because of a flat tire. There is a certain marvel in how delicious raspberries and mulberries taste when fresh picked along a trail during a hike. There is joy in sun peeking through the clouds after a thunderstorm or in the vista seen with a fresh perspective. There is adventure in every day if we only know how and where to look.
There is peace and hope, joy and light, love and magic in every aspect.
Stay magical, friends.
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