It's no secret the past couple of months have been especially dragon swarmy around our house. They're worse than the frogs and lizards we had sneaking in our house when we lived in Florida.
(Let me tell you, finding a dried-out lizard carcass behind your sofa or a hollowed out frog shell on your plant shelf is not a pleasant experience. Nor is chasing a live creature through your house. Those little claws that grab at you... *shudder*)
These dragons that keep worming their way in lately have been persistent. There have even been a few days when they've had the upper hand and I've been reduced to a human burrito, rolled up in a blanket and hiding until the tears pass. Sneaky little... *grumble, grumble*
It ticks me off. Which is much better than the alternative. When I get mad, I plan with a determination and resolve that would make a grown man quake in his boots. Things get DONE. And I resolved to find a way to beat down those stupid dragons and take back my life. It took some doing, but I found it.
Oh, yes. Magic.
(Incidentally, it is possible to stare at the word "magic" long enough to make it seem nonsensical. Which in itself is magic. *waves hands in mysterious fashion*)
Don't scoff at me and tell me magic isn't real. I see you over there rolling your eyes. Knock it off.
Magic is real. And it is everywhere.
Magic is a flower blooming overnight when there wasn't even a bud the day before.
Magic is seeing what others walk past without noticing.
Magic is faith, belief, and love.
So on those days when the dragons close in and it's all you can do to lift your sword and face them, look for the magic around you. Draw in its energy. Allow it to infuse you, lift you, strengthen you. Then, filled with renewed courage and faith, face your dragons and start slaying. They won't stand a chance.
You just have to believe.