Where do you belong?

Wherever I am. Not meant flippantly, but in each moment, wherever I am is exactly where I belong. Sometimes I tell myself that I don't belong here or there, I don't belong in line at the DMV, I don't belong in the sad low-life grocery store just down the road here, I'm better than all that. And then I have to remind myself all over again to stop being a snob and stop being semi-conscious and to really be in the moment I'm in, in the place where I am, with the people around me. And what I find kind of amazing and magical is that once that transition happens I get my magical powers back. I can make the grumpy and unhelpful person working at the DMV smile and have a much better day, I can transform the weird old lady at the store into a charmingly eccentric person, I can transform the world into what it's been all along, which is actually quite an advanced magical power. But available to everyone, because all of us are exactly where we belong, all the time.