Once upon a time, I was magic and could move mountains, or build them. The world was simple and I had glitter on my feet and left a trail of sparkles wherever I sailed through life. I was kind and generous. My light wasn’t dim. I had an amazing dreamy first job and had met my match. I was married, on great adventures, promoted several times, and built two homes for two strong people, a power couple as they would call it now.

And then we decided to add littles, my two little stars, another story here… And then we wanted to be present for them and trade in the baggage carousel for the zoo carousel! And then we had two babies and started two businesses in two years. Yes.

And fast forward to the perfect-storm-of-a-recession. And it felt like we lost our magic. How could this be?! I continued to have lots of magic to distract them from what was happening and give my daughters a childhood of dreams. It was gorgeous! I kept my head up with optimism and hope. The storm got worse, and worse, and we huddled in that nest together until it was quiet. It was so quiet that when we emerged, the world was different.

There was a little light in the dark. Someone that was a partner in crime in the same company all those years ago reached out after no contact since then. He was starting a new company and needed my help. I didn’t want to go back to work full time. I wanted to be there for the elementary school years. However, to help recover from the storm, I had to…and it ripped my beating heart out of my chest.

I was out of the corporate game for nine years, at that time they said that a woman could never return if they were out three. But I still had a little magic. We owned our companies for eight years. I was older and wiser. I had learned that I could move any mountain but some mountains should not be moved. There’s more to the story for another time.

As we enter 2024, for me, it’s not as easy as “manifest it” and it will come. Those scars are still f-r-e-s-h. I was manifesting before it was a thing, on social with books, coaches, webinars, and immersive trips. There is still an element of timing to the magic and I believe that this is life school for our souls, and we aren’t manifesting disappointments, or the dark soul of the nights years away, we are bing tempered or in a whimsical time-out. When things defy logic, we have to surrender to the timing of the magic of the universe, God, blade of grass…whatever you believe in, and hold on.

So if you aren’t having all the 2024 feels, we are here for you, for however long it takes. This is your permission slip to wait. And by the way, my bestie gave me a permission slip on the first day of the year. Yes, because I cannot wait any longer to be back in the game, in the flow, shining bright, with my magic. This is my year!

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