I dream and create and live in a world of magic.
Today I drank good coffee and ate dark chocolate, barefoot. Ate thimble berries and saskatoons till my fingers were stained with joy.
We walked upon white stones, swam in clean sunshine warmed water, watched eagles soar overhead.
Sat naked and were dried by the wind as we talked about creating and living and being and loving and doing—only how we desired.
Then we went to Nanaimo for dinner.
Looking to continue our dream of a day. Chase the joy a little longer.
We wound up in a restaurant that was completely underwhelming.
The food was generic and anticipated. The server wasn’t our people. The people in the restaurant were joy filled and happy, drinking gin and tonics from bulk glasses with red straws. They also weren’t our people.
Halfway through we decided we would just leave. We got our food to go, and sought the ocean as a restaurant.
It was not our place. It was not our people. It was not our energy. It was not a place we wished to exist, be or spend a minute longer.
What a gift that clarity is.
What a gift to know where we don’t want to be.
Knowing what we don’t like, is just as important as knowing what we do.
I’m also aware that the people around us could of been having a magical night—there is no judgment, there is no “better,” it’s just that we all exist differently.
It feels good to know in my gut “this is not one of my places” and leave.
Without staying to make the server happy.
Without staying just because we sat down.
We always have the power to choose differently.
I choose magic.
I choose to stand up and leave when I wind up where I don’t want to be.