The magic in the mundane

I love being alive. I love the potential of every day to be magical. There is no doubt that life sucks sometimes, and things get me down, and make me want to rage, and make me cry, and make me feel beaten down. But then I always wake up to a brand new day, which can be beautiful, and where the possibilities are endless.

I woke up from a nap on Monday and decided on the spur of the moment that I wanted to hike the Y. So I did. It was gorgeous. I wrote something while I was up there that I'm gonna post on here, as soon as I decide to actually type it up.

There are things of beauty all around us all the time. I feel so blessed to live in this world, to have this body. I discovered new muscles yesterday because they were sore from the hike, and it was wonderful to just feel them, to experience these new things.

To me, even the crappiest day can be magical, and it is my aim to find the magic in every day.