I’m a strong believer in magic.
Not the kind that has strangers on the street pulling quarters out of your ear, or pigeons popping out of pockets. The magic I’m talking about is the kind that comes from (yeah, I’m really about to say this) from…within. The kind of magic that allows you to look at everyday things with starry-eyed wonder, that fills your heart with hope and intrigue and joy all at once.
A couple weeks ago, I attended Dapper Day at Disneyland. And, it. was. magical. Seriously, it was amazing. In a dark, crowded New Orleans-esque second floor room, I danced to a live swing band with a room full of people from days gone past. I watched a couple from the 1940’s slow-dance in a deserted plaza. I tap danced in the puddles. Basically, I got to live The Notebook. Is this real life?
Time travel. The Notebook. Magic. Somehow, at 28, the “happiest place on earth” is STILL making my wildest dreams come true. Not because it holds any true magic…but, because I let it. Because the magic isn’t in the park, it’s…in me. (Ugh, I’m sorry. There’s actually no way to say that without sounding cheesy. Also, it’s true.) And, whether you’re a Disney fan or not, it’s in you too. If you want it to be. And, who wouldn’t want a little magic in their life?
The people, places, & things that keep you young at heart? Keepers.
They’re not only your key to unlocking that magic, but the doorstop to keep it open. Yes, I definitely just called that friend of yours who’s cool enough to actually ride the park swings with you a “doorstop”. I mean it in the best way possible. Haha.
So, go on. Have a magical Monday, my friends!