The short, stocky cop didn’t take off his sunglasses when he entered. The dude with the yellow hat hasn’t moved in two hours. Not an inch. Hell, he could be dead.
I’m in Caribou Coffee. It is Saturday morning. The cop was summoned to kick out the man with a yellow hat sleeping on the table next to me for hours. He has a small, yellow beanie cap stuck on his head and a black leather jacket that matches his black leather pants. The pants are baggy but he is skinny.
My guess? He was up all night at the bars around here and didn’t have a place to crash. Or his partner kicked him out. Or he just loves sleeping in coffee shops wearing leather pants.
The cop shakes him. He wakes up. They both leave.
Interesting.
For some reason, I keep seeing the word ‘magic’ today. Then, low and behold, I realize that the three things I have with me this morning are three things from three magic people.
A rockstar. A killer. A gypsy.
Then I think, because I always overthink, ain’t life simply about the people?
It’s the people in my life. It has always been the people. Well, no shit Trey.
I am who I am because of the people in my life. Good and bad. Leather pants and all.
The yellow journal I am writing in was a gift from a client who is a bright light in the world. She radiates joy, compassion, and kindness. She also killed a man with a knife. She tells me, stay curious.
The book I am reading was written by another one of my clients. She has the lifestyle of my dreams. She lives all over the world, attacks life, and is fearless. She has a way about her. The book is a memoir about her journey through life from living on a boat in the Bahamas as a child to escaping a cult in her 20s to surfing behind a drug cartel boat in crocodile-infested waters of Colombia. She lives in Aspen, Argentina, Florida, and wherever TF she wants. She told me, don’t be a lizard, be a dragon.
Then, on my bag, is a patch that says ‘Made With Soul In Atlanta’. One of my best friends, the rock star, created that patch. Oddly enough, I think he might have one of the best souls in the world. Have you ever met anybody that is simply ‘cool’? It’s him. The kind of person who knows who they are and there is nothing we can do about it. Not in an egotistical way but in a knowingness way. A truth. The kind of person that can sit with you and see you. Really see you. He once told me, no matter what, be where you are.
Three wizards. All full of magic. I’m a lucky guy.
I like having magic in my life.
Find people with magic.
Be magic.
Trey