Magic Bullets

We all spend a lot of time looking and praying for magic bullets. I know I do. I know you do, too. It's how we're wired. We think if we can just find that one magic bullet, we can lose all the weight we need to lose. If we find it, we'll make all the money we'll ever need. If we get shot with it, our pain will go away. Then we would be happy and live the life of our dreams, right?

Nope. Not even if you found them all and stood in front of a firing line and were riddled with them.

Wanna know why? Because once that magic bullet worked, you'd turn your focus to something else that made you unhappy and be wishing for a magic bullet to fix that for you, too. I know this because my old man called me out on it today. We've had a pretty good month as months go and today I started stewing because my tags are expired on my old car (which isn't running) and I need to either get new tags or get rid of the car and it needs to be cleaned out and I'm tired and I don't want to do it and waa, waa, waa.

You (and I) would be better served by enjoying this moment. Just this one. Because you don't truly know if you'll get another moment. Or the next moment might be hideous. If, in this moment, you are comfortable, just go with it. I'm not saying don't plan and work toward the future, I'm saying stay present so you can be at peace with whatever happens next. So if it's great you can smile along with the Universe and if it sucks, you can pull up your jeans and lean into it until it passes.

But if you find one of those magic bullets, call me. Maybe I can stand behind you while you get shot with it.