Books and baguettes, wheels of cheese and spools of fancy ribbons. All set against a backdrop of lush green meadows blooming with flowers.
Fairy tales have a knack for taking ordinary life and turning it into something magical. In the case of Beauty and the Beast, which I reviewed the other day, even if we strip out the elements of magic involved in the story, the film took great liberties with how it portrayed life in provincial mid-18th century France. From my novice research on the time period, peasants living in a town such as Belle’s would have faced great poverty and a meager life expectancy of only 36. (There was a reason for the French Revolution, after all).
Yet, the film portrays Belle’s home as a cozy village full of cheerful townsfolk in beautiful – if humble – fashions, smiling as they engaged in a lively economy. Quite a different image than one of filth, starvation, and illiteracy, no?
To be perfectly honest, as I watched the film, I found myself wishing that I could have lived back then in such a place — despite knowing full well that the cinematic portrayal of the standard of living was WAY off and that I wouldn’t actually want to live in a time when you were lucky to get to bathe once a month.
So, how do we go about feeling enchanted in our own lives? How can I possibly feel any sense of enchantment stuck in traffic for an hour on a rainy Monday on the way to my humdrum 9-to-5?
I won’t lie. When I realized it was Tuesday, and time to write this week’s Weblog Wednesday, my first thought was, “This was a mundane week; there’s nothing interesting to write about!”
In fact, I would go so far as to say that I sighed to myself much in the way that Belle does in her opening number, rolling her eyes at her sleepy little life.
But, I must remind myself to find the enchantment in everyday life. If I can look at poverty-stricken mid-18th century French life and find something exotic in it, then surely I can look at my own life and find the same.
So, here goes my boring week: Last Wednesday, President Trump was in Nashville. And not only was he in Nashville, but he was speaking at a convention center just a few short blocks from where I work. It was certainly surreal knowing how close I was to the President; the traffic was much less surreal, and much more obnoxious!
On Thursday, Dear Husband hosted his weekly poker night at our home, which meant I got a fabulous night of me time. It should come as a shock to no one that this involved blogging and reading!
Friday and Saturday seemed to pass in a blur. On Friday I went to the doctor and had a blood draw, which was quite unpleasant given that the nurse kept missing my vein. The evening was spent in relaxation, reading and blogging by the fireplace.
On Saturday I had a lovely ten mile run around our subdivision. This was my longest run since the Disney marathon in January, and I must say, my calves and quads felt it the next day. On Saturday night, Dear Husband and I went to my father-in-law’s house for a home cooked dinner and an evening of card games with my in-laws.
On Sunday, we of course saw Beauty and the Beast, then we met up with my mother-in-law for a late lunch before the humdrum activities of grocery shopping, meal prepping, and laundry. That night, I added a little French-inspired enchantment to my life by getting a baguette, brie, and grapes to go with dinner.
So far, the week at work has been pleasant enough — thankfully not stressful like two weeks ago was! And now, it is somehow Tuesday night again, and I find myself telling you all about my totally not enchanting week.
Yet, I am committed to finding the enchantment in everyday life. I am committed to looking at things even as mundane as a morning commute and finding something scintillating about it. How? I’m not sure yet. But I know that if I don’t, this life will slip through my fingers without the appreciation it deserves.
Tell me, how do you find enchantment in your everyday life?
Until next time,