Contemplating where to start, I let myself sink into the moment, and asked for a sign of what to share.
I've learned (and am still learning) through my work with Life Coaching, that whenever I overthink and try to do it the "right way" my results are, well, lack luster. Sort of blah.
So instead, I find a quiet flow and ease into it. Letting myself off the hook.
"The magic is in the mess."
The magic is in the mess, I repeat to myself. Yes, that's it.
This really got me thinking about my own experiences, and those of the people I work with. And the horses.
This summer (heck, this past year or two for me) has been exactly what this quote says- MESSY but MAGICAL.
When I recall the shifts I have created in my own life I notice the theme: I let go of trying to have it all figured out. And in doing so, I have found a sense of peace, humility, and yes, magic- that I didn't know was possible for me.
This picture is a perfectly imperfect representation of the magic that I have been able to find, even among a bit of the mess.
I realize now, how it's all connected. This photo is a reminder of just that.
So, in a nut shell, there is always more to the story. What could look like a fairy tale "she must have it all together" riding a horse at the beach picture isn't necessarily so.
We are in such a hurry to 'get it all together'. Heaven forbid anyone see us falter.
And furthermore, it doesn't leave room for the magic to seep in.
So for now, I am choosing to accept the mess. I went down the "I have it all together" road most of my life, and it turned out not to be that much fun. It was mundane, predictable, and frankly quite boring.
I am sharing all of this because I hope my story inspires you if you're looking for more magic in your life.
Letting life get messy might be the very way we can find the magic of life. And after all, isn't that what we are really here for?
Messy= unedited, raw, unplanned, fortuitous, challenging, heart wrenching, wild, mismatched, real, unapologetic and totally f*cking magical.
The magic of life is out there, I know because I'm finding it. It was on the other side of the perfect box I had painted myself into. It might be there for you too.
Until we meet again,