2016 I started manifesting for a career that would provide for myself and children in ways that I was unable to at that time, and for a place to live that fit our needs. Every night I would lay in bed and envision a career and a perfect place to live. With manifesting or praying comes work though. I was applying for jobs like it was my second job, and when I made the decision to move, I started making appointments to look at places. I’ll never forget the call from the recruiter for a job that I supposedly applied for. I honestly did not remember applying for this job, but as she described the position it was everything and more that I was manifesting for. The first place that I looked at was in the perfect location and the space was perfect. It all fell together so easily.

After I started my job and moved into our new place, I became complacent and stopped manifesting. I thought that I was content and didn’t need to manifest anymore. Life was still great, and I was still accomplishing my goals. Life did not feel quite as magical though. 2018 I decided to find a church that would allow me to surround myself with amazing individuals that loved on people and our community. I quickly learned that manifesting and praying are interchangeable words. I realized that my complete faith of things always working out was given to me by God, the Universe, or a higher power. I choose to use the word God for myself.

Fast forward to today. January 26^th, 2020. Now for most of us reading this we will remember this day. It was the day that Kobe Bryant, his daughter and 9 other individuals lost their lives. When we hear of tragedies such as this it makes us look at our own mortality. At any given moment we could say our last goodbye to our loved ones, take our last breath, smile for the last time, or eat our favorite dessert. We all our guilty of getting caught up in our own lives that we forget to look around and see all the things that God is giving us.

The last couple days I started seeing the magic again. I was rushing through the airport to catch my next flight, but I needed a coffee. There was not a single person in the Starbucks line. Which we all know is crazy. Today my friend and I went to Hoover Dam. We found the perfect parking place, the weather was perfect, the way the sun hit the bridge and the Dam was breathtaking. We found this beautiful Italian restaurant for dinner. The décor was filled with love, flowers, beautiful tables and chairs. The food was fantastic! We then went to Bellagio and once again found the perfect parking place, which allowed us to catch the water show with minutes to spare.

 As I was walking through the hotel to get to the water show I was reflecting at how fucking amazing life is. I am incredibly blessed and grateful to have a fun job that allows me to help others, travel, and experience new places with some amazing individuals. Like is this real life?! Last year I put it out to God and the Universe (I still love this word) that I wanted to travel more. Next thing I knew I was getting promoted and asked to commit to two events a month. Seriously I had stopped looking for the magic and life was starting to feel pretty gray. These last couple days the rose-colored glasses are back on and I can’t stop seeing the magic. It is EVERYWHERE! As were walking back to our car, we walked through the Bellagio’s celebration for Chinese New Year which happens to be the year of the Rat, which is my year! It is another affirmation for me that tells me I am on the right path. It feels so great to be out of the storm and seeing clear skies again.

“Life is short, so live it. Love is rare, so grab it. Fear controls you, so face it. Memories are precious, so cherish them. We only get one life, so live it.” ~ unknown

Xoxo,

April

I was 20 when I became a mom and 22 when I had my second child. Unfortunately, that relationship didn’t last. We weren’t careful and had kids when our relationship was not rock solid. Because of this I became a single mom at 22. I had never lived on my own without a boyfriend and now I was living on my own with two kids. It was scary. I have always had deep belief that everything works out, but it doesn’t necessarily relieve the stress of a situation.

I was fortunate enough to have a decent job that allowed me to financially take care of my kids and myself. Their dad fell into the traditional every other weekend and one night a week dad. There wasn’t ever an option to have joint custody. I was so young that I didn’t question why, and he wasn’t in a place where he could really have them more than every other weekend. The girls and I fell into a routine of it being just the three of us for a bit. About 6 months after that I met someone who eventually would become my husband, father of my son and then ex-husband.

Once again, I was in the single mom roll. This time was a bit different though. Now I had three kids, which in turn meant I needed a bigger place and that was going to cost more money. I was also tied to living in a smaller community which meant my options for apartments were slim. I figured it out. I honestly don’t always know how I made it work financially but I did.

This is when single motherhood became hard. I had three kids, a decently big rent payment, in school full time and working full-time job. It was a lot on my plate. I no longer had the stress of a unhealthy marriage, but I also had the stress of everything being on my plate. Not having a partner to help with the responsibilities of having a family.

I have been single now for 6 years, and during that time I have always had at least two jobs. I have roughly 3-4 jobs currently. They are not traditional jobs where I am punching a clock but do allow me to bring in additional income into my household. As the kids have gotten older, they need to be in more places and my plate has gotten even more full.

This is when I let things start to crumble a bit. I could feel myself get more and more stressed. I would come home and see that the chores weren’t done, and I would get snappy with the kids. Which then in turn made them feel like shit. I tried to change the way I would do things in-regards to coming home and snapping at them. I created a chore chart, gave them time limits, and then just stopped saying anything for a few days. All of this still led to snapping because things were not getting done. I fell into the stereotype of always blaming the oldest. I honestly don’t know why parents do that, but for some reason we do. I disregarded her feelings, and our communication started to crumble a bit. I made her feel like I don’t care and that breaks my heart. She came to me and mentioned that she needs a bit of break and wants to stay with her dad for a bit and come here every other weekend. I really can’t explain how awful it can make you feel when you hear something like that, but I respect that she knows how to set boundaries.

As parents I think we can take for granted that our kids must love us, that they will give us grace and forgive. That is not the case. They are individuals with feelings and are also allowed to set boundaries to make sure that they protect their energy bubble. Which is something I preach to them all the time. I am glad that she was able to come and talk to me about this. I feel that we have a better understanding of each other and that we are going to work towards having a better relationship. At the end of the day I messed up and I am going to do better next time.

This was a hard blog to write. It isn’t fun to acknowledge your shortcomings, but that is also how you become better. Parenthood is fucking hard. We are taking care of little individuals while taking care of ourselves. We aren’t perfect and will make mistakes, but we must take accountability when we do. We have to strive to do better always. My kids are amazing individuals and I love them so much. I am grateful they show me grace even when I may not deserve it.

“Successful mothers are not the ones that have never struggled. They are the ones that never give up, despite the struggles.” ~ Sharon Jaynes

Xoxo,

April

Did you know that Airports are magic?! I didn’t know until just recently when I took two seconds to soak the moment of standing there to feel the magic all around me. Airports are full of people who are excited for the adventure that lie ahead, sadness for having to say goodbye to loved ones, saying hello to familiar faces and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. My most favorite part of the airport is watching people reunite with their loved ones. The smiles in their faces and the warm embraces they give each other.

We get so caught up with getting to our gate that we forget to soak in the moment of where we really are, who we are surrounded by, and all the emotions that are swirling around us. My most favorite part of the airport is the series of serendipities that can happen. You never know who you are going to meet.

I was heartbroken on a flight home. I sat down at my gate and the tears just started coming uncontrollably. A perfectly good stranger handed me a napkin. She didn’t say anything, but she saw another human in need of compassion. It felt good to know in that moment that I was not completely alone. I have seen people help others with their bags as they are exiting the plane, smiles as they walk past each other, and friendly conversations at the bar. I have met some amazing people as my flights were delayed, or by striking up a conversation with the person next to me.

I had the best conversation with an elderly man. He told me about his life. His failures as a husband, his second chance at love, and how awesome his kids were. You could see the love in his eyes as he told me his story. From first sight you would assume this man was a rough elderly gentleman that didn’t want to be bothered. That is what I love about humans. We all have stories waiting to be told. We want them to be heard. Sharing our stories with others makes us feel alive, takes us back in time.

The more I travel the more I experience this magic. I am in the Minneapolis airport writing this now and remembering some amazing memories from my last visit here. The random conversation that I ended up having with a friend. I was stuck here overnight, and we talked all night about everything and anything. Places are like music. They can instantly transport you back in time. It is the closest to time travel we have.

I am excited for my next adventure. For the people I will meet and the magic that I will experience.

“Extraordinary magic is woven through ordinary life. Look around.” ~ Author unknown.

Xoxo,

April

I have been sitting on this for a bit now and wondering if I should share. I realized that writing has become therapeutic for me and why am I blogging if I am not giving you all the stuff even if it’s ugly.

Dating is not for the faint. It is fucking hard. I have done the healing and continue to do so. I believe that we are always a work in progress. I have come a long way from who I was 6 years ago when I entered this game, we call dating. I have experienced it all and have been the bad guy in some stories as well I am sure. I always try to not ghost, to send that text that I am not feeling it, or I am not in a space to date. Ghosting is an interesting dating topic. There is complete ghosting where one person just stops responding out of nowhere, and then there is the fading ghost. Where the conversation that was being had ends, and then neither party continues texting. That is an easy ghost because I feel that it is both people quietly saying that there isn’t a spark there. Dating has become emotionally taxing. I am not sure I have ever felt this way, this broken, and empty. Here is what lead to this:

Girl and boy meet on a dating site. The banter goes well. He seems witty, smart, and funny. The conversation leads to him asking her to grab a drink. They coordinate their schedules and make it happen. He asks where she wants to go and because she loves finding all the good places, she suggests an arcade bar. Which is a great first date because you can have some drinks and friendly competition. They hit it off. The conversation is going so well that they don’t even get into playing the games. They close the bar down and move to another one. Again, the conversation is non-stop, and the date goes on for hours. He fits all the things that she has been looking for. He is driven, successful, fun, adventurous, spontaneous, doesn’t want kids, handsome, funny, an entrepreneur, smart and witty. For as long as she can remember she has only met guys like this that lived far away, and they always wanted kids. She recently worked with a life coach to overcome some internal obstacles and she thought that she finally found the guy she was looking for and he lived close by. Now she is not one to get the rose-colored glasses on and become smitten that easily, but her downfall is that she gets overly excited about the possibility of a person. She can’t help it. It’s her everlasting optimism.

They continue to text and get to know each other. They hangout again which leads to a cigar bar adventure, meeting up with his friends and another date that goes on for hours. She starts to like him more, and she feels that he is on the same wavelength. About a week later he texts her asking if she would like to go to football game in Detroit. She says yes without any hesitation. She is also spontaneous and loves to experience life as much as possible. They have a blast at the game, he makes her laugh and she makes him laugh. He is one of the few guys that has made her feel like she can act like her quirky, dorky self. Later that night as they were talking, he tells her that he made a bet on their date. Everything that happened was all a bet. He told her that she was the 4^th person he asked to go to the game, and that he knew she would be the one to say yes. He mentioned some other things that happened that he placed a bet on as well. As soon she heard it her heart broke a little. She is slow to react to things because she processes everything and tries to empathize with the person. She brushes it off as if it is funny. When he drops her off at home the next day, it hits her like a ton of bricks. The first thought is that she doesn’t even want to tell her friends what happened. That is when she realized how painful it was. You see this girl has chosen men in the past that never chose her. She thought that she worked through this. She sought the help of a life coach; she did the work. When she heard that she was chosen 4^th it crushed her soul. She truly believed that this guy was genuine and that he enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed his.

She has been through a lot in the 6 years since joining the dating game. She has been battered and bruised along the way, and she was hopeful that this guy was going to be different. The experience has changed her. She is empty. She is broken. She honestly wants to retire from dating. Wave the white flag. The pain is too much. The risk does not seem worth the reward (if there is one). She couldn’t understand why this pain was sticking so long because it isn’t like she invested much time into this person, but it is amazing what sticks when the cut goes deep.

She is resilient. She is strong. She has the tools to work through this and will come out stronger than before. She knows that when her person shows up that she will be his first choice every time. She is me.

“It hurt because it mattered.” ~ John Green

Xoxo,

April

I was divorced just over 6 years ago in November of 2013. I feel that was the beginning of my life. Everything seemed brighter, the smells were sweeter, and my cloudy glasses came off. Each year I have grown a bit more, became a bit braver and lived just a little bit more authentic. I hardly recognize the woman I was in 2013. I started out shy, quiet, insecure, scared and really no identity. Today I am confident, brave, chatty, outgoing, and know who I am and want to be.

It was not an easy task to become who I am today. I had to get out of my comfort zone numerous times, take risks, leap into the unknown and lose the fear of the what if’s. Towards the end of 2019 I realized that I have some areas I want to grow in. In order to do that it is time to get uncomfortable and take risks again. The beautiful thing is that I do not have the fear that I had 6 years ago to make this transformation happen yet again.

Here are my 2020 intentions:

Be Bold: I want to take more risks this year. I started a business in December of 2019, and I want to grow that exponentially. It’s going to take me out of my comfort zone to do this. I am nervous and excited all at the same time. I have wanted to do a few things that I just did not have the courage to do so. The first thing on my list was to get my nose pierced again. So, I did. I am going to get a tattoo this year. This is something I seem to do right around a life change. I am hoping to take a solo vacation this year. I have gone on short trip by myself but not a real vacation.

Healthy: This is the year I am going to start taking better care of my body, soul and mind. I am going to exercise more. I have no intentions of getting a six pack (I love food way too much), but I do have time for a 30 min workout to start my day right. I am going to fill my mind with all sorts of amazing information. I want to read more, walk through more museums, and have interesting conversations. I am going to be intentional with searching out people and things that set my soul on fire. I want to invest more time in my children, friends and family.

Live Authentically: This one is an easy one for me. I feel that I live quite authentic as it is, but there are times I quiet or muffle my true self. 2020 is the year that ends. I am embracing my whole self. I am funny, quirky, smart, driven, hardworking, terrible with directions, a bad cook, easily distracted, not the best driver (I like to drive fast), a great baker, procrastinator, empathetic, bold, and an all-around badass butterfly.

2020 is going to be amazing! I am excited for all the twists and turns that life brings. The challenges are not always easy, but they are great to learn from. I am who I am because of them. I am going to take more time to savor the good and to not take those moments for granted. I love life and this year is not going to be any different. It is going to be more sparkly, filled with laughter, and all my favorite people!

“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.” ~ Oscar Wilde

Xoxo,

April

First, cheers to you during this holiday season. Single parents are the real MVP’s. We must do all the shopping, the wrapping, the seasonal traditions all while working and making sure our little people stay alive.

Single parenthood is not for the weak. We don’t get to tap someone into the ring when we are tired, emotionally drained, or our finances are a bit tight. The sole responsibility lies on our shoulders. We have to figure out how to keep going when we want to give up,  put on a happy face when all we want to do is cry, and figure out how to pull money from thin air to make sure ends are met.

We carry a full plate. We are the shoulder to cry on, the fixer of all the owie’s, the tutor, the taxi driver, bill payer, grocery shopper, head chef, story time teller, and basically making sure that our little humans stay alive and get as little as fucked up as possible. There are times when we want to run and hide for just 5 minutes to scream, cry or to eat some chocolate, but the minute we are found we pull it together and provide whatever need that is needed at the time.

We daydream of what our lives would be like if we didn’t have our little humans. We dream of traveling to exotic places, drinking fruity cocktails on the beach, all the money we would have, and the freedom to do whatever we want. In reality, we wouldn’t give up our lives. We love the peanut butter and jelly faces that we must wipe, the late nights making sure lunches are packed, the weekend games, the look in their eyes when they accomplish something amazing, homecoming dances, their first relationship and all the other in-betweens.

To add to our plate, we try to find time to have some “me” time. That includes dating. Dating as a single parent is another ballgame. We all want to find that someone that sets our soul on fire. It’s hard as hell to date as a single parent. You are not only looking for someone that fits you but also your children. Not everyone is ok with entering a ready-made family. There are times when I have heard three kids is a lot. It bums me out when I hear that because I know how awesome my kids are and how lucky someone would be to have them in their lives. But I also get it too. Three kids are a lot. We all have our capacity for what we can handle. I must respect their honesty. I do know that it is worth the wait of because I want to teach my kids what a healthy relationship looks like.

The hardest part of being a parent is constantly wondering if we are doing enough, are we fucking up our kids, and constantly thinking of what we can do better. We are human though. We lose our tempers, we don’t always want to read the bedtime story, or play at the park for hours. Trust me, I am not perfect. I lose my temper, I don’t always listen, and I am a terrible cook. Honestly, I don’t cook, and my kids are probably going to tell the story that they ate the same three meals their whole lives. I mean I don’t think you can go wrong with Tacos, Spaghetti and pizza. As a single parent you don’t have another adult in the house to cheer you on, to say that you’re doing great, or to share the responsibilities. I am here to tell you that you are doing amazing! The beautiful thing is kids love us with grace. They are forgiving and want to just have our time.

Time does not stand still for anyone. It’s constantly moving forward. Create memories with your kids, listen, have meaningful conversations, and love them. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I mean parenting is the hardest job that no one gets trained for. We are basically winging it the entire time, and pretending we know what the hell we are doing. We are in this together!

“I am prouder of my years as a single mother than of any other part of my life.” ~ J.K. Rowling

xoxo,

April

I was recently asked what my dream life looked like and sunshine, my fav people and travel was my answer. After I sent the text, I realized that I am living my dream life! I mean I could use like 1000 times more sunshine, but I live in Michigan, so it is what it is. I will be living in the sunshine in the future for sure! It was the best realization ever! I created this life that I am living. Day by day, month by month and year by year. It isn’t always rainbows and butterflies but it is pretty damn good!

My last blog post I talked about how the holidays are a low point for me and that I was going to change my mindset. This year not only did my friend and I host a Friendsgiving, I was also invited to one. For years I was wanting to go to a Friendsgiving and this year it happened twice. The simple act of creating space to be around my fav people lit my soul on fire.

Every day I come home, and I see my Christmas décor it makes me happy. Besides Christmas tree bulbs all over the floor thanks to one loveable kitty who will remain anonymous, I love it. The Christmas lights, the red pillows and the smell of my candied apple candle. The funny thing about life is that we create our reality. Every day we have a choice to either look at things with darkness or sunshine. I have always chosen sunshine, but there are moments where the darkness creeps in. For some reason the darkness was a bit more frequent around the holidays, and this year I took the story back and brought the sunshine.

Life is pretty amazing and I have some amazing new adventures in my future that I am creating. It feels right and I have had many signs from the universe that I am making the right decision. I cannot wait to see where I am next holiday season. For now, I am going to enjoy living my dream life, soak up every experience, and truly live every day.

My advice to you my friends is to create your dream life. Life is too short to not be. Cheers to an amazing holiday season!

“Breathing dreams like air.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Xoxo,

April

I have a love/hate relationship with the holidays. I absolutely LOVE Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday. It’s filled with good food and family. I look forward to it every year. The problem with Thanksgiving is that Christmas comes right after. Now Christmas itself is fine. I don’t mind it, but for some reason the holiday season brings forward all the things I was hoping were going to be different.

Every year I tell myself that next Christmas things are going to be different. I am going to be in a great healthy relationship, happy with my career and excited for what’s to come. Every year I feel like that I have not made any progress. It bums me out and I honestly just want to skip right through the holidays and get them over with.

I was reflecting on why I am in this pattern after speaking to one of my great friends. He was asking me questions that were making me self-reflect and I shut down when he started asking about the holidays. I realized that I never truly open-up all the way to people. Vulnerability is scary. I know that it’s a good thing, and I have two besties that I truly can be vulnerable with, but for the most part I keep things pretty locked down. I feel as a single mom it is a luxury to allow yourself to have moments of vulnerability. I am constantly juggling a ton of things and I don’t feel like I have time to not have it together. Having teenagers is also tricky because they don’t allow much room for error. It is hard to not have a special someone to lighten the load, even if it’s just to tell me that everything is ok, and I am killing it at this mom thing.

It is crazy that even as I write this, I am having this urge to convince you that I do have it all together and this is just a moment of weakness. I am not going to do that because it is ok to not have it all together all the time. I am going to sit in this vulnerability and even though it is incredibly uncomfortable it feels good to be open and raw.

As I was reflecting about why the holidays brings this all to the surface, I realized that it was because it is a physical reminder of things that are still the same. Holidays are all about family gatherings and being around people who are coupled up. Plus, all the romantic holiday movies that are all over the place. I do have to say that I am a glutton for punishment. I can’t get enough of Serendipity. It is my absolute favorite! It is easy to go about your life every day throughout the year and not really notice certain things that are still the same. After this amazing conversation with my friend I realized that I needed to change the story of my holidays. This year I am over decorating for Christmas. The kids and I put up our tree early, I bought some beautiful red velvet pillows and a throw for my couch. I am going to get more decorations to really go crazy. Christmas decorations and lights make me happy. I am excited for the holidays this year!

I reflected on all the things that I did accomplish and I realized that nothing is the same as last year. I became more secure in who I am, I have a clear vision of what I want my career to look like, I am enjoying my relationships with friends and family, I traveled to some really amazing places, and met some amazing people along the way. My kids are growing and creating amazing friendships themselves. They are finally truly happy here in East Lansing. 2019 was a great year and the last two months are going to be amazing! I am loving my life and everything I have worked for. I am excited to see what the future holds and everything that I will accomplish next year.

“Appreciate this moment, stop and look around you. Be thankful for all you have and where you are because this time next year, nothing will be the same.” ~ r.h. Sin

Xoxo,

April

A couple months ago I decided that I needed to hire a life coach. I knew that there were some pieces still missing. I always struggled with the “just enough” mind set when it came to finances and I did not want that to be my story anymore. I had worked for a love coach and she is ABSOLUTELY one of my favorite humans. I reached out to her to see if her programs would be a fit for me, and she said not quite, but I have the perfect person in mind. She connected me with a business coach who is seriously badass! I was fortunate enough that she had a program that was exactly what I was looking for. I jumped on and didn’t second guess it.

It is quite interesting to work with a life coach because what you think you are struggling with isn’t always the true struggle. You must work through the layers to get to the core of the struggle. Ignoring it only lasts so long.

I thought I was struggling with the “just enough” mindset in my financial life, but I learned that I was struggling with the “just enough” mindset with potential relationships. When that was brought to the surface, I realized that I kept everything at arm’s length because it was safe. There was no risk. I kept my emotions at bay, so my heart wasn’t going to break, and I kept my financial abundance at bay because the fear of “what if I screw it up” was way bigger than my desire to have the financial abundance. This fear of relationships came out in dating men that were far away or had no interest in a long-term relationship. The fear in my financial life came out in ways of self-sabotaging opportunities that would allow for me to have financial abundance.

It is crazy to think that we would do this to ourselves. The conscious part of me wanted to find a healthy relationship, and to create financial abundance in my life. Yet, my subconscious was like HELL NO! This is scary and it makes me feel uncomfortable. My badass life coach made me feel safe to break down those walls of protection. I have an amazing circle of friends, who cheer me on and that I can get objective advice from, but there is something to be said to have someone that you don’t know put things in perspective.

When it came to past relationships, I would lose who I was. I tried to do everything that made the other person happy. I forsake all my dreams and goals. That is a terrible thing to do. I became a shell of a person. My coach reminded me that I am no longer going to allow that happen. That I have done the needed work to recognize the signs. I needed to trust myself. I started changing the way that I sought out prospective dates, and I am now targeting career opportunities with intention. Seriously I have been doing those two things for just a couple weeks and I have seen a drastic change. My mindset is different. The fears aren’t creeping in and keeping me still.

I am telling you that you will NEVER regret investing in yourself. If you are feeling that nudge that you need someone to guide you, hold your hand, or give you a gentle push then you need to find yourself a life coach or a therapist. Self-care is an absolute must! Life is meant to be lived, like truly lived vibrantly. Don’t let your fears keep you still.

“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”

xoxo,

April

Magic is one of my favorite words. It incites so many beautiful thoughts and feelings. When I hear the word magic, I think of the mornings when my kids would come running into my room to wake me up early, the way coffee brings people together, laughing until you cry, flowers along a country road, the in-between phase of working towards something that set your soul on fire and the not letting fear squash your magic.

I had written an entire blog on how the in-between phase of life is where the magic happens. I posted it and then realized that I basically written a blog a few weeks ago with the same message. Clearly this is a topic that is heavy on my heart. I am going to approach this blog from another angle. So here its goes..

Magic is something that I know I have inside of me. I know that I am going to do something big with my life. I don’t know exactly what it looks like or how it will happen. I sometimes find myself standing still. I feel stuck, frozen with indecision, lack of knowing what to do and how to execute. I know that these are all excuses and I will overcome them, but it is my truth for the time being. I have been sharing more and more of my life. I have people tell me that I am inspiring and doing great things. I love hearing their genuine words, but I don’t always feel that I am doing anything special. I keep waiting for my magic to finally erupt. It can be scary to truly live out your magic. I know that honestly makes no sense. I read that line over and over because it sounds crazy! I think there is a fear of what if we don’t deserve this magic or that we are going to screw it up somehow. That is when you just have to trust in God or the Universe (insert your belief here) and take the leap.

It is interesting how we struggle with seeing our own magic, and yet everyone around us can see it. We must be more confident to let our magic show and see it in ourselves. Our individual magic is what makes the world go around. I truly believe that it is our responsibility to let go of the fear that is holding us back and let our magic shine! Even if we aren’t sure how, we need to put one foot in front of the other. So, from today on, I am going to put one foot in front of the other and live out my magic.

I think the key to finding your magic is to start looking for magic in everything. The way that the perfect parking spot opens up as you need to find one, a quiet morning with a good cup of coffee, conversations with another person that lights up your soul, an unexpected productive day at work, watching your kids kick ass at life, falling in love with your person, and when your favorite song plays at the perfect moment. There is magic everywhere. Look for it and you will find it.

Magic is not always sparkly. Sometimes it’s messy, ugly, hard, and littered with challenges. The beauty of magic though is that it always ends with sparkles, glitter, celebration and smiles. We must remember that the in-between, the journey, the transition period is always worth it. You must believe that magic is all around us, its in the beginnings, the in-between’s and the endings.

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl

xoxo,

April