What does the word “Magic” even mean?
There are several definitions of the word magic, all of which seem to involve the idea of creating something phenomenal or making the seemingly impossible appear in reality. Additionally, most definitions agree that magic is created by an illusion (so it’s not real), by something outside of us, or by something that we can’t otherwise define.
Magic, by all definitions, is an illusion, something that’s not real but that might seem awesomely real.
I don’t agree with the definitions above. I believe in true magic.
Personally, the idea of magic has never been something far away or unattainable. When I think of Magic, I envision what it feels like to wave a magic wand and, with a few swooshes, my fairytale-giggle-and-dance-worthy-version of life appears gorgeously in front of me.
I’ve always known this is possible, but I didn’t understand how to play with it. Until recently.
So what is Magic? Magic is waking up in my own “happily ever after”.
Here’s what I mean: Ten years ago, I was a struggling single mom, doing everything I knew to create a safe place for two very young daughters, living in an apartment I couldn’t afford, working at a barely-above-minimum-wage job, and wondering in every moment how I would provide for them, both mentally and physically. I didn’t even get the time or opportunity to worry about myself and my own health.
NOW, in the “one day I wish …” version of my reality, I live with my three best friends - my partner and two teenage daughters, and all we do is LAUGH. And talk about life. And laugh some more. And then create rich, vibrant memories.
Magic is REAL.
Today, we have not one, but two, of the dogs I promised my girls in that bleak memory. We even have two cats, too! We live in our own house, in my perfect neighborhood, with our favorite furnishings and spaces, surrounded by neighbors who have become family.
I get to be my own boss, in my favorite home office, and I get to do a happy dance after EVERY client - that’s how much I love what I do!
I even get to schedule my clients around runs with the puppies, high school sports games (I hardly miss any), or impromptu trips to see our grandbabies - a luxury to support myself that I never got to consider ten years ago. There’s no more worrying about rent or the mortgage, or the grocery bill, or if I can afford for my girls to eat lunch at school on any given day.
In fact, there’s no more “One day, I wish ..” at all!
We’re doing it, and I wake up daily, absolutely in love with what I have.
All of the above is all fine and good, but the part I adore most about Magic is the acknowledgment piece.
I decided what I wanted and I waved my magic wand and .. voila!
I know that everything I love about my day and everything I love about this life is MINE because I chose Magic and believed that I absolutely could.
My version of Magic, though, doesn’t use a magic wand. In fact, it doesn’t use anything .. but ME! I’ve known since I was a tiny human that I had an internal power that swooshes and creates from within. There’s no illusion, there’s no gimmick. Just me. Just my thoughts and my intentions. Just my connection something outside of me; with the energy around me.
Bottom line: I AM the Magic. I am Magical and so are you!
Ok, swell, you’re Magical. But how do you Make Your Own Magic?
I consider Magic to come in two parts: the result (mine is explained above) AND the process. And both parts are all about the FEEL of it.
Making Magic means feeling, to me, like I’m flying. No, soaring.
While it’s very cliche, my ability to Make Magic means that I’m moving through my days and, ultimately, my life without any hindrances or resistance. When I’m allowing myself to truly accept myself and love every emotion, even when things get frustrating, I jump onto the “flow” bandwagon.
I ask myself, “How can I switch the script? How can I make this feel better? How can I let go of the memories or the things I’m telling myself that don’t work? How can I love this moment MORE?”
All of the flow comes with letting go of berating myself for what WAS and letting go of the labels I’ve given myself in order to survive in past moments. SO, when I’m in the process of Making Magic, it feels like every perfect, amazing, beautiful emotion and feeling wrapped up into one gorgeous package, with the dazzling bow and gift wrapping included!
Magic FEELS like falling in love, coming down the stairs on Christmas morning…
…waiting for that brief second at the top of a roller coaster before it plummets, and watching your baby fall asleep as she’s curled into your side, all in one sensation.
Making Magic comes from the heart and when you feel it, the sparkles and rainbows living in and simultaneously exploding outward, deliciously tickle your chest.
So to recap: Magic is NOT an illusion. Magic comes from within. Magic feels absolutely delightful and brilliant. Magic is real. And I’m not the only one who can Make Magic. I just know how.