Do You Believe in Magic?

I love JoAnne’s and Anna’s post about magic. Enjoy…

Anything is Possible!

Here’s a post by OneAnna65, about magic:

https://cancerkillingrecipe.wordpress.com/2015/02/07/believing/#comment-15378

Her post got me thinking about a question that’s been floating around in my mind for a while:

What is magic?

Avatar friends Avatar Exhibit, Children’s Museum, Indianapolis

Some things that seem like magic, can be explained by science. But they are still magical. Like magnetism, fire flies, thunder, lightening, rainbows, mushrooms making fairy circles….

The Pandoran wood sprites in the photo to the right, moved magically to anything that came close to the wall projection where they lived. Of course there is a scientific explanation for that, but it was still magical. It was especially magical being there with  the children who didn’t try to figure out the technology that made this happen. They just enjoyed being there.

Even when I understand the science, it’s still magic.

The true magic, I believe, is not the kind where a man with a black cape…

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Just this side of Too Far Gone

I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a long while.  I actually started writing it last November and then left it as a draft.  As often happens over time, feelings soften and you gain perspective and maybe that was what I was intuitively waiting for. I also questioned my motivation for writing about my experience and what it was exactly that I wanted to say.  So, with no further ado, this post is, in short, about stress, burnout and epiphanies of sort.

Last Fall I experienced the most stressful time of my working life. Some of you may know that I’m a paralegal and work for a municipality as a prosecutor.  This involves dealing with many people from all walks of life on a daily basis, going to court, presenting evidence and arguing about legal issues. There is a lot going on all of the time, and I often feel that I need to be in three places at the same time. Many people want to speak to me, argue with me and get me to withdraw their charges.  You should also know that I’m an introvert and a HSP (highly sensitive person). So, in retrospect, it’s no surprise to me now, that this was a recipe for personal disaster. You may be wondering, as I increasingly began to, what the hell am I doing in that kind of job. There are certainly aspects of the job that I find appealing, but still…

During that time our office was also short-staffed, so there was also that.  It wasn’t fun and to make a long story short, I developed adrenal fatigue (which in a nutshell means your adrenal glands are shot), became extremely burned out and ended up taking a month off from work in order to rest and recover.

The good news is that I learned  so much about myself and my values during that time off.  I did a lot of reading including books about personal “Types”.  I realized how against my nature is the work that I’ve been doing. I started thinking about what kinds of work actually align with my nature and values. I began thinking a lot about letting go with grace that which no longer serves me.

In a journal entry dated September 10th, I recorded these words by Mark Nepo:

There are many ways we grow as a human being but two ways are:

1) We are broken open;

2) We willfully shed – we put down what doesn’t work after a while.

Mark Nepo says that the definition of Sacrifice is really “To give up what no longer works in order to stay close to what is sacred.”

Another book that I thought was heaven sent was The Art of Uncertainly.How to Live in the Mystery of Life and Love It by Dennis Merritt Jones. Reading that book felt like a balm as I contemplated my future.

Jones asks, “What if we could learn to accept “I don’t know”, and to embrace the possibility that the future is full of mystery, excitement and unlimited opportunity?”

The main themes during that time were discovering personal authenticity and grappling with fear and indecision. One of the questions I asked myself (which I’m almost embarrassed to admit now) was “Who am I if I don’t do this work anymore?” as if what we do for a living defines who we are, yet all the while having the nagging suspicion that this was not where my true potential and meaning in life lies.

Fast forward to today.  Here I sit in my Muskoka Room on this wintry day having decided that my 9 to 5 isn’t what I want anymore, that my work there is done, and it’s time to close that door so I can open another. After months of indecision, anxiety about the future, about making the wrong decision, about money, I’m only a few weeks away from my last day at work. As the time draws nearer, I am filled with such a feeling of relief and elation and deep gratitude. I know that I am making my way now towards what I came here to do. With God’s help.