I teach a class called Better than Magic! It’s the art of getting what you want. The process is the same whether you want a mansion on ten manicured acres with a full staff to take care of you, or simply to try boiled peanuts. The really simple three step process is: What do you want? How is not your job. Timing is always perfect.
I just returned from a 2200 mile road trip – to Florida via Nashville and Chattanooga and home again via Memphis. (It was so much fun!) The last 150 miles before arriving at my destination in Florida (and the first 150 miles going home) were all two lane back roads through Alabama and Mississippi. Beautiful country. I kept seeing signs for “boiled peanuts up ahead.” It’s clearly a southern thing since I’d never heard of them before. Exactly the kind of thing I wanted to experience on this great adventure I was having. (When in Rome…)
It seemed that each time I saw one of those signs, by the time I arrived at “up ahead,” it wasn’t obvious where to get the peanuts. On the occasion it was, I was driving too fast, or someone was right behind me so stopping in time (suddenly) was a dangerous proposition. I kept saying I’ll stop at the next one. It never happened on the way down so I was determined to stop on the way home.
When I was driving through Highland Home (population 1,259), the local school (K-12) was having a car wash. At first I drove by it. And then I decided I would enjoy a clean car for as long as it would last – it was supposed to rain. (My windshield was caked with dead bugs from my first 1,000 miles.)
Turns out it was a car wash AND a bake sale! As I perused the baked goods, I noticed, off to the side, a bag that looked like it must be peanuts, so I asked, “what are those?” The student politely replied they weren’t for sale.
I understand, but what are they?
May I have one?
Yes, ma’am. You can crack it with your teeth.
I opted to break it open with my fingers instead. And I got to try boiled peanuts – turns out, for me, one was all I needed. (Must be an acquired tasted…)
Had I tried to imagine HOW I was going to taste boiled peanuts, I could not have come up with something as simply elaborate as stopping at a high school car wash in a teeny tiny town where they randomly had a bag of boiled peanuts, not for sale, at the student run bake sale.
Ask for what you want and start noticing the way it shows up. What’s your Better than Magic! story? I’d love to know below!