That thought just shot into my mind a minute ago, and I knew I had to write it down. Remember the magic. The indrawn breath when I notice a new flower blooming. The way nothing in nature ever clashes. Amazing. The little things. The scent of fresh coffee. The way the sun casts golden rays across my kitchen. I did say sun. It is shining as I speak and I gather the next 4 days will be revolting, but even then, there will be magic.
Hmmm. Maybe I didn't talk enough about that to her. I must.
I love looking for bargains.Don't we all?? Looking for simple things which are either free or very nearly free. I love taking random bits and putting them together and making something original. I was just making a list for my shopping expedition with Jean tomorrow after aquazumba - she has been teaching all week and can't wait to go and play. I had 2 blue flowers on the list. Nothing special. Then I though, hang on, maybe a swirl or 2 of blue ribbon would work instead of spending money on flowers. A free solution. A game. One I delight in.
I love wandering through the charity shops and looking for particular items. Sometimes I find them. Often I don't. But it is fun. I love having an Amazon gift voucher waiting for me to press the "buy now" button. I wait. I always wait. Any gift card. I love just knowing I could do or buy something if I wanted to. I make myself wait. It is all a part of the game. And it makes me smile.
Being 58 is interesting. Hilarious at times. I have decided to view the ageing process with humour. The alternative is too depressing for words. So humour it is. You know, I have tended in recent years, toward buying
There are still adventures to be had.
And magic to be found.