Magical Thinking

What's wrong with it? Absolutely nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
If you knew me as a child you'd most likely remember a loner, a shy kid with little to say. I preferred the company of animals, nature, and books. I still enjoy the company of those things yet the reasons have changed. I was, in my mind, a pessimist by choice. I had considered it this way: if I looked at life in its worse case scenario, than my chances for disappointment were proportionately lowered by my degree of pessimism. It seemed to work. As a matter of point, it did work....then. Growing up we had very little, to want more didn't give us more it only gave us thoughts of what we didn't have. The immaturity of my thought processes served a useful purpose but eventually lead to the more "mature" process of 'magical thinking'.
Magical thinking, in this instance, doesn't relate to faeries, mythical creatures, or utopias. It relates to how you view the world and how you perceive the events that transpire. If we view the world as a magical place, as it is, it becomes that way. We can choose to view the world as a place of goodness, a place of opportunities, a place of sharing and giving. Or not, we have every right to view the world as we please and feel as we do about it. I am finding that we truly are what we think.
This morning I've nothing in my pocket, not a penny. I can leave the house feeling empty, poor, and without, or I can leave the house feeling thankful I've all this room in my pocket to put the things I find on this day. It may not be anything of physical substance or physical value such as a penny or a stone but today I will go out and I will find something of value. It may happen to be something I've read, something somebody relates to me, or something I find silly that makes me smile. Magical thinking leads me to believe that, and it's going to be another good day.

Penny In My Pocket

This blog idea came about during an experience at a diner not too very long ago. Tamar and I were finishing up our meals when I reached into my pocket and pulled out its contents. Holding out to her in my outstretched palm were 3 pennies (1 of which was hardly recognizable as a coin), a nickel, a large orange paper clip, and a used matchstick. We spontaneously began laughing...laughing so hard that tears rolled down our cheeks. With so little in my pocket I felt blessed. Blessed for the company of Tamar, blessed that we are able to appreciate the little things, blessed that in another pocket I had the money to pay for our meal.
It isn't unusual for me to have an 'odd' assortment of items in my pocket at the end of a day. Pennies I find...yes, I retrieve each and every one I see on the ground after ensuring it is 'heads up', at times kicking it over and again to get it into that position. Small stones are a favorite pocket filler, as are notes, nickels, and of course...paper clips.
To share the good fortune I find daily I thought I should begin a blog. To make sure I share through a blog is the work of Tamar. Without her, I would be blogless.