11:35 PM

I slip back into the grocery store at almost twenty to twelve and head straight for the pet aisle. While scanning the shelves of kitty necessities and treats, I'm thrown for a loop when I spot a misplaced item abandoned on the shelf above the kitten chow. Although it's not a full-blown adult diaper moment, I feel the sensation of almost wetting myself. Could it be? Could those have been left for me?

Nestled among the merchandise for purrrfect companions, a bouquet of two dozen red roses waits to be discovered.

I pull the roses from the shelf and bury my nose in their velvety softness, inhaling the sweet scented aroma. The Beast in me wants to ignore the possibility that hope and magic could actually be a factor here, but the Beauty in me begs to believe that miracles are real. I wished for roses earlier this evening, and here they are. Is this a well-timed coincidence? Yes, that seems like the most logical possibility. But what if the roses are an intentional miracle? Why can't a miracle be a possibility in this moment, too?

Do I Beast or do I Beauty? I suppose that's the question I'm forced to ask myself every second of my life. It goes back to the whole Perspective Genie thing—life is what it is depending on how I choose to perceive it. Is home a spot on a map of Kansas, or is home a place in the heart? Is it Prince Charming's kiss that wakes me from an eternal sleep, or do I wake myself to find my Prince Charming—and then sleep with him? Do I wait for a Fairy Godmother to answer my prayers, or am I the Fairy Godmother that answers prayers? Am I a victim or a warrior? A failure or a learner of life's lessons? A coincidence or a miracle?

Tenderly rubbing the tip of my nose on the top of the kitten's head I whisper, "Miracle. I choose to be a miracle."

The kitten purrs for the first time, as he or she bumps a fuzzy noggin under my chin. That's all it took to push me fully over to Beauty's team. I can be this little fur ball's happily ever after. I can be the knight in shining armor. The fairy godmother. The magic genie. The beautiful princess. The powerful good witch. I can be all of those things if I control the way I deliberately think about my life.

Should I get romantic red roses tonight? Absolutely. I can also be my own soul mate.

Balancing two cans of cat food, pet shampoo, a bag of kitty litter, a bundle of red roses, a bag of groceries, a wallet and a tiny wet kitten in my arms, I soldier my way to the checkout counter—again.

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