Ive always believed in magic. But these days, Ive been living in it extra hard.

When days feel tough, believing in something bigger than I am and the reality my limited eyes can see, has kept me anchored.

Sometimes I create my own my magic, sometimes I co-create it with the universe, sometimes when Im feeling a bit foggy, I let the universe take the wheel trusting that the seeds Ive planted will take root.

• walking around the apartment believing that my eyesight is getting better or my muscles are getting bigger.

• seeing random things/events as synchronicities. The lady who did my facial has a name that’s synonymous to what Im manifesting? It’s done.

• celebrating “unfortunate” things positively. a client had to reschedule a call last minute? I just got more time to work on something that needs focus time.

• wearing my favorite color because it’s what “attracts” the opportunities that Im calling in and just sitting with the knowing it’s happening.

• setting intentions in the morning to decide how i want to feel despite the circumstance in front of me. And coming back to it every few minutes lol

Magic keeps me grounded. Feels a little contradictory, I know.

Some people call it RAS, I call it universe delivering the goodies. But things ARE happening. Some changes are big, some are subtle. But they are happening.

And I can feel the spark in me growing again. Little by little, day by day. But consistently.

Magic heals. Magic creates.

And I prefer this over stoicism 😂