The elevator door opened its jaws to admit visitors from the Super Sculpture section. In walked an elderly man with his wife and granddaughter smiling proudly in tow. He gingerly balanced his mini masterpiece, still wet from the last coat of color, on his flattened palms. It was an expertly crafted round café table carrying an assortment of food and a pair of goblets. Hugging it were two ornate “magic marker” painted chairs. The figures stood squarely on a small piece of cardboard that supported them.

My four year old daughter and I were mesmerized by the craftsmanship and patience that no doubt went into molding this artwork. I then looked down at the boring round ball I had made with my Magic Mold and wished I had been as creative.

We were after all at the Crayola Factory!

Nonetheless, my daughter had a fabulous time and I in turn really enjoyed watching her have a fabulous time.

Seeing the joy beaming from that family had me question.

Don’t we all aspire to carving out a life made out of Magic Mold?

Something of our own creation, not given to us or even earned by us because we held the right college degree or were in the right place at the right time?

There’s the path we follow because we must in order to pay our bills and raise our families. I get that.

Then there’s our other life, the one we really want to create. The one oozing of Magic Mold.

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