“the magic of possibility”

This was the construction sign that greeted me as I walked through EPCOT’s Future World on January 25, 2020. And oh, how magical that possibility was. I was visiting one of my best friends and her four-month-old, looking forward to my wedding, preparing for my first case in front of the Court of Appeals, and planning some major things for this blog and my Instagram page.

Of course, 2020 had different plans and, as it turned out, the “magic of possibility” can have a different meaning. Throughout the year, we learned to appreciate the possibility that anything can change at a moment’s notice, the world can turn upside down, and the even happiest place in the world can close is gates.

“the magic of possibility”

One short day after I saw “the magic of possibility” sign, I posted the following on Instagram: “🎨 Next year, yes, I’ll be back next year, I would rather plan my day around the rest of the arts: the performances, artist’s displays, photo ops & save our snacking for regular pavilion quick service!” Can we all please laugh out loud at my definitive attitude that I would get to return to the Festival this year?

I’m going to say it again, because it is such an impactful phrase, that I am choosing to live by and remember:

“the MAGIC of POSSIBILITY“

It’s such a simple phrase, but such a complex theory. To believe in the magic that is all around us–something that leaves far too many people at too young an age– and to imagine the possibilities for a brighter tomorrow–an increasingly difficult task during these dark times…

It’s more than one year after I saw this sign and, finally, there is a light at the end of the tunnel: a vaccine is making its way across the country, businesses have found ways to reopen without becoming super spreader venues, our political system is stabilizing, courts are resuming in-person sessions, and, by no small miracle, all of our loved ones (mine and Kyle’s) have made it through–I genuinely hope that you can say the same, dear reader, but if you cannot, you are in my thoughts.

This is the magic of possibility, it is possible that we will all make it through this pandemic, it is possible that we will come out on the other side, although battered & bruised, we will be better, stronger, more unified.

“a great big beautiful tomorrow”

We are all so familiar with this tune from Walt’s iconic Carousel of Progress and never has this phrase hit home more than when I’m sitting here thinking about “the magic of possibility.” As I think about that phrase, I can’t help but combine the two:

It is a truly magical possibility that there really is a great big beautiful tomorrow.

As I struggled with writer’s block today, a good friend recommended throwing back to old vacations, and reminiscing on festivals past and as I began writing this post, the first photo that I opened in my album from the trip was the featured photo above. I began writing, letting the words flow, and felt exactly that, the magic of possibility flow through my body. It could be that I’m a sentimental old sap these days, that it’s been too long since I’ve visited Disney, that I’m PMS’ing. Who knows. But today, I felt like the Grinch & my heart grew three sizes imagining our great big beautiful tomorrow.

the magic of possibility