Speaking of magic, reader, I’d like to make an observation about yesterday’s ruminations. You had a craving. Maybe you even had a plan, a set of carefully laid-out intentions. Somehow you were thwarted. Keep in mind that without Ron’s broken wand, Gilderoy Lockhart’s memory charm would have succeeded. Sometimes a taped-up, misfiring wand is exactly what you need. Sometimes the luckiest thing that can happen is that moment when you break your wand. Some plans should backfire.
You can’t always recognize the plans that should go awry. The U.S. divorce rate pretty much proves that. But being lucky enough to be able to say good riddance to the handsome one who rode away — that may be one of those days when your wand blasted you by mistake in just the right way at just the right time.
Reality is far too damn complicated. But one saving grace to that fact lies in broken wands and furry-tailed water goblets. Did your spell go wrong? Or were you simply meant to have a furry-tailed water goblet?
Embrace the furry goblet if that’s what you get. Set it free or change it back if you must, but don’t waste energy over the goblet you never had. Make a paradigm shift instead, and decide the best goblets have tails.
Who decides all this weird stuff anyway? Who puts value on Bruno Mars, sushi and sequels of movies created from Disney rides? You do.
That gives you enormous power to shape the universe to your liking if you can just avoid being whiny.
Zombie phrase for the day:
I am glad to be done with dental floss.
Ahhhmmm gahhhdd duhdee dunnd ihd duhhlll loahth.
