Dear Dairy, 28, Star Wish

Dear Diary,

So last night I wished upon a star. I will spare you the details of how it happened. Actually I am just kinda of keeping this one for me. But if you curious, please ask.

Yesterday, I did a whole lot of other really neat things, too. With a lot of really wonderful people.

And I also we good with being by myself writing and thinking.

I’m just brimming with the joy of life. And that is what I wished for, kinda.

I’m not worried about telling you the wish, Dairy, though I imagine some folk would say it would jinx it. But that isn’t the point of the wish.

Beside Jinx is my middle name.

The wish came true already anyway.

Yeppers, Diary, that is right.

Well, really it is becoming true.

Weird right?

So what did I wish for?

You really want to know?

Alright, here it goes.

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I wished…

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I wished to let go and find presence.

And I know it came true ‘cause I am here now, writing to you. And when we shut the page on 28, we will be arriving at 29 soon enough. And, the cool thing about you, Diary, is that we can always click back to number one or there is always Day 4 about breath.

Those days are nothing special, except for being artifacts of my life and experience. Each entry is imperfectly perfect and represents Aspen at that particular time on that particular day.

Those Aspen are different than me, just like each one of your pages. But the millions of lil’ Aspen’s that are borne into new space and times make up the whole of Aspen. And, I sure appreciate them a lot. But I guess already threw that out there in my Love Letter the other day.

The cool thing about the wish though, is that I will always have the blessing of the star as long as I appreciate the time given. Being present is not about forcing myself to be happy or joyful or even content all of the time. That would be the opposite of presence.

Being present is just acknowledging the moment. Sitting with whatever if feel for whatever is happening and whatever that means at that time. It will never truly be static, and it will never be over.

I can feel the star’s blessing as long as I keep this mindful appreciation and awareness.

In the good times and bad. And the times in-between the peaks and valleys.

That means I will be imbued with magic from here on out.

And that is pretty dope, unless you don’t believe in this kinda of stuff. And if that is the case, Diary, that is cool. You do you. I still hope you wanna listen to my rambling rambles.

If not, that is okay too. You can let me know what you don’t like, and I will listen.

It is so hard to speak up, and it is so hard to listen sometimes.

But that is usually because those conversations are not approached with grace, love, and respect.

There is not a foundation of trust.

And, now, I must bid you adieu with all the warmth and joy in my heart.

Life is love.

Life is magic.

Life is pretty cool.

More to come, promise