Posts Tagged With: Beau Taplin

find joy every day

This is absolutely everything!

Happiness is not one great big undefinable thing. Real joy and real contentment actually happen in the concrete every day.
It’s the little things.
Those little every day things where joy resides in it’s simplest form.

These are my every day joys from the last week or so.

When fifth graders didn’t understand what I meant when I said, “Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.” at the end of the lesson.
Tuesday when Beau beat me at chinese checkers for the very first time!
Drinking wine with YBW by the fire at Naked Mountain on Valentine’s Day.

Finding the right calphalon skillet to replace the damaged one. And it was only $40!
Talking with Sally.
Being behind the lens of my camera.
This photo of Baby K laughing so I can see all her teeth!

Leaving the house at 7:30 am to get gatorade and soda crackers for YBW.
Taking Jessica’s birthday gift to the post office.

These are random every day things, but I found joy in each one of them.
(to be clear, I was not joyful my husband had food poisoning, I was joyful I could do anything to help him)

Y’all, that’s where the joy is! All you have to do is look for it.
Where are your every day joys?

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magic or illusion

I saw this post on Beau’s Instagram and it rang true in me.

How many people have you encountered that are magic?
How many people have you encountered that are just illusions of magic?
My suspicion is more of the later.

People who are just the illusion of magic are the worst! Most times they’re simply reflecting your own magic back at you. Of course you can’t see that happening because you’re being dazzled by the magic. You don’t realize you’re being dazzled by your own damn magic!
Sometimes it’s actually worse than that. Sometimes these just illusion people are actually leeching your magic.
Though, to be perfectly honest, I think that’s when you begin to realize that something is amiss. It’s not exactly as it seems. You’re experiencing the drain of your own magic therefore you’re much less dazzled than if your magic is simply being reflected back at you.

I know some people who are magic.
Chock full of magic. Magic coming off them in waves. Even if their magic isn’t turned all the way on.
You know, some of the most magical people don’t even realize the extent of their own magic.
Perhaps that’s what makes them magic?

I know some people who are just illusions of magic.
Chock full of smoke and mirrors. Bullshit coming off them in waves. Even if their bullshit isn’t turned all the way on.
These are the least magical people, and they’re so desperate to appear magical they’ll stop at nothing to keep up appearances.
Poseurs.
But skilled. These illusionists can pass themselves off as the real thing.

Can a ‘trained eye’ distinguish the difference between actual magic and the illusion of magic? I honestly don’t know the answer to that. I do know that once you’ve experienced a few illusionists, you learn to better spot real magic.

I’ve always believed there’s a bit of magic down deep in each of us.
I find myself wondering if magic or just the illusion of magic comes down to intent.
Is real magic simply happening in your daily goings on?
Is the illusion of magic is caused by manipulation of that tiny nugget of magic to elicit some sort of response?

Some people are magic, others are just the illusion of it.
Powerfully thought provoking words for me this morning.

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my (love) cup runneth over

Captain and Tennille said, “Love will keep us together.”
Ann and Nancy Wilson asked, “What about love?”
The King was ‘a hunk of burning love’.
Bendan Benson is ‘forever in search of the alternative to love’.
Landon Pigg spent some time ‘falling in love in a coffee shop’.
David Cassidy said, “I think I love you.”
Barry White ‘can’t get enough of your love, babe’.
Billy Idol ‘rocked the cradle of love’.
Grand Funk Railroad was ‘hooked on love’.
Cole Porter said, “Let’s do it. Let’s fall in love.”
Led Zeppelin had a ‘whole lotta love’.

And so on and so on…

But(!!!!!!!!!!)
What about the most important love?
The love of self.

Y’all, I’m here to tell you…ain’t nobody gonna be able to love you the way you can love yourself.
It starts deep within you and bubbles up until your cup runneth over.

I encourage all y’all to swim in that ocean of self love till your fingers get all pruney. Then let it spill over those you love. Beau’s right. It starts with you.
The Beatles said, “All you need is love.”
And they weren’t lying.

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