SOME ENCHANTED EVENING…
Remember “South Pacific” by Rogers and Hammerstein and the great Ezio Pinza singing those incredibly romantic lyrics from “Some Enchanted Evening.” Even as a little girl I got chills. Still do. Whatever happened to that idea that somewhere, somehow, the fates would smile, the stars would align, the Universe would provide and voila!…the love of your life would show up? Right out of the blue. When you were least expecting it. And that if you looked, and if you listened, and if you acted - enchantment would be yours.
Whatever happened to that cockeyed optimistic conviction that believing would lead to seeing, that if you were open to the possibility, the miracle would happen? Call me crazy, but I think it-the miracle-still can. It’s just that lately, the realistic/ pessimistic/worst case scenario side of our natures has gained the upper hand. The spreadsheet analyses and pie charts from the past (like last week) suggest that the likelihood of something that wonderful happening is well, pretty much nil. So, forget “some enchanted evening.” Why even show up at the party?
But what a shame. What a waste. Just when something spectacular was scheduled for you by the gods or whomever, you go missing. I mean, it’s hard to look, listen, or act if you’re not even there, right?
Of course, if you had shown up and walked in with a “This’ll be a total bust” attitude, you’d have been right. And you could’ve taken some sort of twisted satisfaction in that. There’s nothing like being right about how “wrong” it is, right? Wrong. Wrong, because that negative conviction will kill enchantment every time. That spoiled sport demeanor will wreak havoc with the very best gifts the fates can rustle up. And then where are we? We’re “right”…but we’re alone. We’re “right”…but nothing’s changed. We’re “right”…but there’s no music, no laughter, no well, “true love.”
Yes, it is all about showing up-at the party, the pitch, the match, the meeting. But you’ve got to show up with élan, show up with all your positive energy in full force, show up with the anticipation that this will be your moment. This will be the time you knock it out of the park, this will be the time he or she walks in. And nothing-absolutely nothing-will ever be the same again. You know that moment. You don’t? That’s okay. It’s not over. Because the fact is that life is filled with all sorts of enchantments. But you’ve got to be there with open arms to experience them. How do I know? I just do.
“Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons, wise men never try…” It’s time to listen to that fabulous song again. Maybe you’ll get a chill. Maybe you’ll start singing. Maybe…