When’s the last time you opened a book that started out “Once upon a time…”? There was a magic in the words we first learned as children. For many of us, they were repeated so often that they feel oddly like memories of events which actually happened. You do recall standing in the rooms as The Three Bears discovered evidence of Goldilocks’ break-in, don’t you? I was there. I can remember it. I can picture it, and relive it in my mind. You were there, too? I didn’t see you. It was just me and the Bear family. (right?)
So if your story today started off “Once upon a time…” what would it be? Does the glass slipper end up fitting on your foot? Did you build your house with bricks? Or are you stuck in eternal sleep, never to wake, and never to dream. Will we ever proclaim anything to be “Just right”? (Is that possible?) Perhaps the goal for today should be to find the “just right” in at least one thing. Let’s relish that, no matter how insignificant the instance may seem. ‘Just Right’ is actually never insignificant. And I believe it exists somewhere in each day. Concentrating on that, and not the mass of irritating, trivial, yet vast amounts of sludge which can fill our idle crevices with such ease, (because we allow it to) is going to be my goal today.
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