Did You Know There Is Magic in Certain Hours of the Day?
It’s a Friday afternoon at 1:21 p.m. and I just left a lunch date with a dear friend. We shared a bottle of wine and I am now sitting in front of my computer, exactly one hour to the minute later, writing this post with my first glass of bourbon next to me, and I can already taste glass number two.
You may wonder why that’s such a big deal but if you knew me, you’d know I don’t drink very much because I’m quite the lightweight and even two glasses of wine is usually one glass too many. I typically only drink socially because all it does is make me sleepy and if you knew me, you’d know that I don’t need any help with that. No matter what time I go to bed and no matter what shape I’m in when I go to bed, I almost always wake up between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m. My mind starts turning with all of my ideas and ponderings and it’s of no consequence as to how hard I squeeze my eyes shut and beg for just a few more minutes; I already know that my slumber is at an end.
The good news is that these hours of the morning are my witching hours. It’s a delicious, indulgent time when the sun hasn’t risen yet and the birds are just waking up. In my part of the world, most humans are still peacefully sleeping and I get to bask in the quiet while hearing the first chirps of the morning and watch as the first slivers of sunlight yawn and stretch their way through my windows. It’s like the offering of a blank slate. A gift of time to rewrite yesterday or, even better, write the story of a whole new day before it’s even begun. I’m grateful for so much in my life but the appreciation I feel during those moments feels like infinity. That’s the time in my day when the veil between impossible and possible seems to thin. My heart holds so many dreams and endless ideas and opportunities and it all just seems so…attainable. But then I’m reminded of my human-ness and, inevitably, doubt, worry, and a dishwasher that needs unloading comes crashing in and I forget what I was dreaming about in the first place. That’s about the time I remember that I haven’t had coffee yet.
It’s not morning right now. By this time in the day, the dreams have settled and the heaviness of all of the adulting that comes with the agreement to wear this human suit sets in. The weight of it is bittersweet. Mornings feed and nurture those itty bitty bits of me that feel like magic but as the day goes on, reality sets in like a little fish that nips and bites at me like food. By the afternoon, I’m ready to take on the tasks that make me a functioning, respectable, and participating person in this world. But by the evening, I feel like the best of me is spent.
Did I mention that alcohol makes me wordy?
OK. Fair: wordier than usual.
In any case, I’m deliberately choosing not to allow the shift into adulthood today (I do this rarely, yet likely more than I should). I’m choosing to stay in my dreamy morning state all day because that’s when I feel closest to my truest self. That part of me is mystical, creative, light, whimsical, rebellious, and even naive, but in a good way that fills me up with wonder and curiosity. It’s a day of eating dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner and only participating in those things that bring enthusiasm and delight. No dishwasher unloading for me today! Muahahahahaha!
I think we all have a time within our 24-hour days that feed us the most and I think that changes and switches back and forth throughout our lives. Paying attention to that timing has a way of creating weird portals in our days that allow for just a little bit of magic to come through. So, you know…you should pay attention to that at some point. Just some unsolicited advice for you.
I’ll have to continue this conversation with you later. My favorite song just came on and I feel the need to dance and dust at the same time.
La la la, la la la la la, la la la…continue and repeat.
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If you’re looking for your own magic, reach out. I can help with that.