I believe that talismans have magic. I don’t mean hocus-pocus, Harry Potter, +3 fortitude type magic, but it’s no less potent, if you pay attention.
I’ve had a rough year. Each time I thought I was bouncing back, something else hit, with the loss of my mom pretty much winning the top spot on the list. So, when I recently went back to a 40-hour job, my naturally high anxiety levels were pinging at the top of the scale. Without Mom to tell me I’m going to be fine, I have to do it myself. I never imagined how hard that would be.
Now for the magic bit. A few years ago, my aunt made me a lovely scarf. It is not always practical, because it started out long and has stretched to over 8 feet. I wear it anyway, because it reminds me of someone who loved me a great deal. Each time I see it, or touch it, I feel that love. My aunt passed away nearly two years ago, but that love is still with me. Wrapping myself in that scarf will never be as good as a hug from my aunt, but it helps. That’s magic, to my mind.
Here’s another. My good friend Nicole, knowing that I was having a rough time and that I am a crazy Wonder Woman fan, made a trinket for me at Christmas time. It was a key chain with a shield, sword, and sort of tablet shape with a WW symbol, and the phrase “Always be aware of your strength.” I loved it, but wanted to keep it from being banged up by knocking around with my keys. Plus, it was just too inspiring to leave it in my purse! I put the charms on a necklace chain, and wear it almost every day to remind myself that my friend still believes I’m a hero, even when the rest of the world seems immune to my superpowers.
Today, I wore them both, and it was a good thing. I needed all the “magic” I could get to ward off the evil Monday curse.
It’s not “magic”, of course. It didn’t actually change the events of my day. I still got caught by my team mentor, who had a list of things I had done wrong in a recent file, and there was still a pile of error sheets waiting on my keyboard to be fixed. My hair was still frizzy because of the weather, and I did not wake up tall and skinny this morning. I still worry that the “other shoe” is dangling overhead, waiting until I become complacent, to drop, and most likely land on my head. I was ok, though. The magic comes from remembering that I am loved-that there are people who believe in me when I’m having trouble believing in myself.