By: Alyssa Fechner, Regular Contributor
“Lately everything—my whole life—just feels like magic.”
Christine, one of my newer friends, said this to me at the tail end of one of those rare and yes, truly magical, nights a few weeks ago. It was one of those nights that you feel so connected to yourself and your surroundings that you just know that you’ve been destined to be in this exact moment, at this exact time, with your exact company. I was meant to be sitting next to Christine that night to hear her tell me about the magic of her life.
She told me that her life felt like magic. That when she stepped back, she felt that some type of magic had put her where she is—you may call it God, or chance, or fate, or destiny, but I like magic. For me, magic is the only word that captures the essence of what Christine was explaining to me. She told me that the chances of her life all added up to her current self, and that the accumulation of those chances is what was truly magical. She made a brave move to San Diego two years ago after a relationship soured. She dove into a career where she found passion and in which she excelled. She met new friends at work. She met new friends volunteering. She found out who she wanted to be, untethered from anyone else. She felt so profoundly grateful for the unknowable, magical path of her life.
When she described her magical life to me, it was so much like my own. I, too, moved to San Diego only two years ago. I also left behind the shackles of an old relationship. I found my voice and my passion in graduate school. I’ve cultivated friendships that embody lifetimes. Christine and I have been on the same magical path and to see the magic in it was only a matter of deciding to. I’m certain there is magic in all things, if only we choose magic over fear or disdain or pity or even indifference.
She followed up her first statement with a shy admission: “It feels silly to say, and I’m almost afraid to talk about it in fear that it might disappear, but I can’t help but seeing magic everywhere.”
But I don’t think magic can disappear. I think that magic can only multiply. The more you talk about magic, the more you can see it in your every day. And when Christine told me about the magic of her life, I started to see the magic of my own—in simple moments like catching a glimpse of the sunset or driving through the sunrise, in my own life’s path, and in the unexpected profound moments like the one she shared with me. Magic exists in a house of mirrors, and the more magic we see, the more magic there is. Christine’s magic didn’t disappear. It continues to reflect and radiate and multiply.
When you get mindful and plug-in to the gifts in your life, AHmazing things can happen!
- Practice Presentness: Take a few minutes every day to ditch distractions and notice, really, really notice all that's around you. Once your mind is quiet, turn your attention inward: notice how you're feeling, notice the people in your life that you're grateful for, notice the qualities about you that you love. See what kind of magic you make!
Alyssa grew up on a diet of grilled cheese, books, and ice cream with books predominating. She recently graduated with a Master’s degree in English and lives in her favorite place with her favorite fiancé (she only has one). Post-graduation, her plans are to start a new women’s magazine that leaves women feeling GREAT about who they are, and to open a publishing house for untapped talent.
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