Miracle after miracle after miracle after miracle
As we rang in the new year it was prophesied that 2018 would be a year of miracle after miracle after miracle after miracle. I know that the institution that is the Catholic Church has certain criteria for an act to be officially deemed a miracle. My standards are slightly lower, but so far this year is full of small little delightful joy inspiring surprises.
This morning McDuck was on the bus when I got on, so I enjoyed some surprise hand holding and kissing and heart eyes on my way to work. It was a pretty lovely way to start Wednesday. Yesterday I scored a ticket to a sold out film festival I wanted to attend. It also means that I’m going with strangers (friends of friends) and hopefully by the end of the night they will want to be my friends. Friend steal! Currently the stressful adulty things I’m dealing with are being overshadowed by all the magic and love and that’s exactly how I like life.
This morning McDuck was on the bus when I got on, so I enjoyed some surprise hand holding and kissing and heart eyes on my way to work. It was a pretty lovely way to start Wednesday. Yesterday I scored a ticket to a sold out film festival I wanted to attend. It also means that I’m going with strangers (friends of friends) and hopefully by the end of the night they will want to be my friends. Friend steal! Currently the stressful adulty things I’m dealing with are being overshadowed by all the magic and love and that’s exactly how I like life.