The Magic Hour

I know we always hear about those days, or weeks, maybe even years… those ones that just aren’t yours.

You know, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Everything you say is misunderstood. You’re late. “It’s not your year this year…. maybe next year.”

I think things like that go in cycles for me. It’s always one of the three sections in my life that is off- love, home, or work.

But what happens… when everything is ON?

Like, molecules are all moving the right direction. You can feel it, breathe it, almost hear it. How swimmingly it’s all flowing.

love: I have a date this weekend, I had a date last weekend.

home: While I haven’t found a place yet, I’m getting closer, I just can feel it.

work:  is cooking. I’m breaking personal records left and right. Relationships I thought started off on the wrong foot, are morphing into true partnerships and allies.

Things are just going.

I call it the Magic Hour. Even if it is a day or a week- it’s magic. Like the perfect twilighty sunset (the real Magic Hour). Everything just comes together nicely, easily.

Yes, I am busting my buns at work. Yes, I am making time to stick around and focus on the people (and pets) who matter. Is the Magic Hour just a result of my efforts alone? The spiritual side in me would say yes- it is the ultimate form of quantum physics… happiness attracts happiness. The realist in me would believe it’s happenstance- just a lucky time in my life.

It could be either. It could be both. But one thing I know, is that it is here and now- in the present- so I’m just going to soak it in.

Maybe it’ll keep going well, maybe it won’t. What can I do about that? Nothing in the future. Nothing in the past. I can simply absorb the energy and excitement and be thankful. Show and feel gratitude for the moment; for these are the days…

These are the days
These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

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