The blog had its one-year birthday this month. It’s been a year since I published my first post. It’s been a year of finding my voice and my confidence, of putting myself out there and having no idea of how it will be received.
When I started this blog, I had no clue what I was doing. To be honest I still have no idea what I’m doing. Recently I realized that while my blog is me, I tend to hold myself back. I stop myself from sharing some pretty big things. And that’s a problem.
You see I believe that the world is a very magical place. Some believe that magic never existed in this world, others believe it died out centuries ago, but a few of us see it everywhere. I believe it’s part of what is missing in our culture.
When I talk to people about my crazy ideas I am often surprised at how quickly they can connect with something I’m saying. Often, they will share an experience or story that supports what I’m saying. In theory they believe it, but in everyday life it’s forgotten.
I’m tired of forgetting it. I’m tired of pretending I’m not magical as fuck. I’m tired of not embracing every part of myself.
And so, with the marking of my one-year anniversary I think you’ll start to see a shift in what I share on this site. I’m about to toss caution to the wind and start talking about things that light my soul on fire.
I honestly have no idea what this means. And that’s exactly the point. When I’m authentic and speak from a place where I remove the filter that’s when my magic happens.
My goal is to let the magic weave itself even tighter into my life. By magic I mean synchronicity, moments of divine connection, chance encounters, trusting my intuition, and to let my life take the course it wants instead of the tight control I have kept on it because I want to be perceived a certain way… which is mainly intelligent and respectable.
I want to truly share. I’m being pushed to share. Every message from every side tells me to share. Whether it’s people I meet who tell me I HAVE to share my story, to my oracle cards that tell me I have a destiny and it doesn’t matter what I do I’m galloping towards it (which means this moment has been a long time coming), to how I’ve watched life weave this story and things from childhood click into place.
Often I’ve resisting sharing because I don’t want to be considered a ditz, a hippie, or dismissed as another quack. The thing is I no longer care. The care that remains is a habit, a pattern of thinking. I surrender. In other areas I’ve discovered if not me then who? I find myself here again. I must add my voice to those who are currently screaming from their rooftops. I must let my freak flag fly if I want to encourage others.
One lesson I’ve learned is I must walk the walk and this is no different. It’s time to own my magic, my power.
It’s about to get real… I have no idea what that means, but my Golden Goddess says it and I trust her.
Bring on Year Two of Getting Golden.