Tepid Days Make For Hot Miracles

The best-kept secret about grown-up life is that it involves tons of things we don’t want to do but do anyway.

I remember being so eager to grow up when I was ten. Now I honestly don’t know what the fuss was about.

I think if children had any idea how tepid being a grown-up is on a normal day, they’d all do a Peter Pan and bugger off to Neverland.

And yet, our most brilliant accomplishments come from making it through the mire of tepid days where we just do the things and trust the process.

It turns out that magic does not come in large heaps but in very small doses administered over a long time.

It doesn’t happen with a spell, but with a single word every day, carefully added to the growing story.

Of course, once the story is ready to be read, nobody mentions the process anmore.

After all, “magic” is a much better story than “sluggish piece I didn’t want to do by annoying other piece I also didn’t want to do”.