Fly fly fly…

I read this quote the other day, “make your own magic,” and it felt like a jolt to do so, like the stars had me in their principal office, sat me down, and said THIS…do it now.

I’ve sort of lived this different lifestyle, traveled the world living out of two suitcases, (and still do quite frankly). I’m not married, I don’t have kids, I live with my favorite two people I love the most, I don’t even own a piece of furniture…and I’ll be 35 next March. I bought some new bed sheets earlier this year, and that was a big deal for me. Maybe I’m a stubborn Peter Pan…who knows.

I feel most alive on the move…and usually it’s on a mission. My father calls me Goose (assuming from ‘Top Gun’) and asks me constantly, “where’re you going now?” I’m very much not grounded…at all. I live in the sky with a big heart wanting to pour it all over this planet.

Perhaps that’s the magic right there…what does your heart want? The heart doesn’t know what’s popular, what’s custom, or even what the rules are of this life game we box ourselves in way too much. What does the heart, the soul want? Fly fly fly… xo