MAGIC
I believe in magic!
My potions don’t glow and my spells aren’t coded; yet, everything around me glimmers. A book once told me that my word is my wand, and I’ve come to believe that’s true. Because if what we speak holds weight, if language shapes the edges of our reality, then magic isn’t something we stumble upon. It’s something we practice.
It lives in the way we name things. In the way we claim them. In the quiet decision to say, “this is mine” and mean it. Like a child choosing her favorite color, I’ve always said August and February are mine. August stretches into warmth. It lingers. It plays. It reminds me that life is allowed to feel easy. February arrives softer, but with intention. It asks for love. Not just the kind we give others, but the kind we choose for ourselves.
And maybe that’s where the magic begins. Not in coincidence, but in devotion. In returning to the same words, the same feelings, the same visions until they start to take shape. We don’t just describe our lives; we direct them. Every time we say, “I love this”, “I want that”, “this feels like me”, we are gently carving a path forward. Every time we speak with certainty, even before there’s proof, we’re practicing belief. So I’ll keep speaking this way: soft, certain, a little bit playful, and incredibly intentional.
I’ll choose warmth before I see it. I’ll choose love before it arrives. I’ll name what I want. Because that’s how it begins: with a simple, steady decision to say, “this is meant for me”. That, to me, is the most powerful kind of magic there is: not wishing, not waiting. But naming something before it’s fully yours, and trusting that it’s already on its way.
So I’ll keep believing in magic. Not as something distant or mythical, but as something that lives in the space between what we speak and what we’re brave enough to claim.
Perhaps this is one of those things…
Something I’ve named without explaining.
Something I’ve chosen without proof.
Something I’ve returned to, again and again, until it starts to feel real.
Because if my word is my wand, then this is me using it without needing to force a thing:
I believe in the magic of you and me.
