If you’re a sensitive person, like me, and the thought of believing in magic makes you feel good, I would not advise google-ing “magical thinking.” I did that today and it made me sad. Delusional? Disorder? Yikes.
I’d like to spend some time pondering what magical thinking means to me. The idea of it makes me happy. I like thinking and I like magic. Turns out a lot of the thinking I do is not magical.
Yesterday, I wrote about laying out the rules. But really, am I looking for rules? Can there really be rules for believing in magic? I mean, doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose?
If it feels crazy, you’re on the right track.
Who decides what’s crazy? I write this blog every day and talk about really personal things – is that crazy? It feels that way sometimes. I think every creative thing I’ve tried in the last 8 years has felt crazy at first. And then eventually it feels pretty normal.
I’m kind of rambling here. I think I’d like to ramble for a few days. And maybe meander too. I’m going to meander down this path some more in the next few days. What is magical thinking? How and why can it help a gal like me? Rambling and meandering feels a little crazy, so guess what? I’m on the right track! Wahooooo!
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