I am learning lessons from pleasure left and right these days, and the more I do so, the more magic appears in my life.
Two days ago, I was walking to the park. I passed a book lying on the sidewalk that caught my attention. Books on the sidewalk isn’t at all unusual in my neighborhood. The way it seems to work in Brooklyn is: Got something you don’t want? Put it on the sidewalk! Someone will take it!
This is a pretty phenomenal system, and I’ve participated in it both ways, many a time. (I once found a hardback copy of AM Homes’ In A Country of Mothers. I haven’t read it, but it makes a fabulous doorstop.)
Regardless, I saw the book, thought, “Oooh! What if that’s for me!” Then I hesitated. “No, that’s not for me.” I kept walking.
Hours later, the memory of this book on the street came back to me. I had a moment of panic. “Oh no! What if that book WAS for me?! What if there was a message in there I needed to receive?!”
I decided not to let it plague me.
I’m trying to learn how to trust my path. That there is no such thing as the wrong choice. That missteps do not exist. That absolutely everything is divinely guided.
Today, I went back to the park. It felt highly necessary to eat my lunch next to a tree.
I was reveling in the beauty of this 80-degree October day on my walk home, when something miraculous happened. In a totally different spot, on a different street, I saw the same book. THE SAME BOOK!!!
I did not hesitate for even a second. I KNEW that book was there for me.
And now I’m marveling. What are the odds that I would see something on the street that catches my attention, choose not to pick it up, regret my choice, move on, then pass the exact same object on a different street two days later?
The lesson I’m choosing to learn is this: There is no such thing as making the wrong choice. There are gifts everywhere. And if you aren’t ready to receive them yet, that’s okay. They aren’t going anywhere. The magic is all waiting right here for you to receive it when you’re ready.
Next time, I won’t hesitate to believe that the magic I find in the world is mine, regardless of where or how it shows up.
Oh, and if you’re wondering, I’ve only looked at the very first page of the book so far. There wasn’t a message for me. There were three.