The Magic Is In The Mess

As I sat down to write this blog, I poured myself a cup of tea and grabbed a couple individually wrapped Dove dark chocolates. Summer has quickly moved into fall, and I am already reminiscing about my summer adventures, as I pull on a sweater and drink something to stay warm.

Contemplating where to start, I let myself sink into the moment, and asked for a sign of what to share.

What do my readers need to hear? What do I want to express? Where will my inspiration come from? Does anyone read this blog any way?

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.

I peel the red foil from my second choice chocolate- and get precisely what I was looking for. Written on the inside was the reminder and the sign I needed:

"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.


At first glance I might seem one way. But take a closer look...I see a hodge podge mix of borrowed tack, disheveled camp hair, an outworn tank top, and a dog named Bob. A photo taken on a trip with the man I love. In a relationship that is kind of messy. But that is also incredibly magical. Experiencing life in a way that I would have never imagined or could have planned for. Messy, mystical, magical.

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.

But there is magic in it. However, the magic wasn't found in a neatly laid out plan. The magic, in my experience, only came into my life when I let it get messy.

We are in such a hurry to 'get it all together'. Heaven forbid anyone see us falter.

What I have learned over the course of my journey, and now being a part of my client's journeys as well, is that nothing amazing or magical comes from trying to keep your sh*t together all of the time. It's stifling. It's boring.

And furthermore, it doesn't leave room for the magic to seep in.

I see it in the women and men who come to work with me. They are beautiful souls, attempting to project what they think others will accept them for. But when they drop that mask, put down their guards and show up as the REAL (and maybe a bit MESSY) versions of who they are- BAM! The magic floods right 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?

So, now thanks to my new prophetic Dove wrapper quote, I am going to choose to define "messy" in a new way. Here it goes:

Messy= unedited, raw, unplanned, fortuitous, challenging, heart wrenching, wild, mismatched, real, unapologetic and totally f*cking magical.

I'd love to hear from you. Leave a comment below. What are you ready to let go of? Are you ready for magic in your life? Have you found this to be true?

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,




Messy was the opening to the pure magic that entered! So so so worth the jump into the messy – I grew wings that helped me to truly fly and find myself.
Go to the scary, the fire, the mess and knock on it’s door – you won’t regret it

Dee Anna Escobedo

Messy is where I want to be – now and then, or always . . .
You continue to open my mind.
Thank you.


Perfect! Thank you for this, and for you…raw, authentic, messy you.❤

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