My Mother was a magician.
She left me her wand on the 23rd of February, 2008.
It was on that day that I ceased to believe in magic.
Helplessly, hopelessly, and aimlessly, I found myself wandering and hoping for something similar.
I only found different.
The things I found made me cold.
Once upon a time, I knew warm.
The colder I grew, the more I longed for something warm.
Because I ran out of options, for the first time in my life, I looked inside of me.
I looked inside of me because, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t bear anyone other than myself.
Who knew that I could like me?
Who knew that there were things about myself that I deemed special and important?
Who knew that I, too, am deserving of something other than disappointment and deceit?
I looked inside of me and found magic.
I found a magic so beautiful that it was capable of giving others permission to recognize their magic as well.
My magic was greater than my curse.
When I looked inside of me, I found my own magic.
When I found my own magic, I picked up my Mother’s wand.
I am new Magic……Patrick
As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything. Happy Thanksgiving. Please eat more than you should, laugh more than you should, forgive more than you would, and live more than you have. We’re all on the clock. With that being said, Live defiantly…..