Independence Day

Not really a day. Sometimes just a moment. Or a pitstop at a cafe. Or a stroll through the city.

Something about breathing feels especially good and clean and I decide to believe everything that I hope is true about me. Just like that - I take this magnificently liberating leap of faith. And it's magic. I'm magical. I smile and it feels beautiful. My smile has power - the power to make other people smile. I am connected to everyone.

Ideas come. And I give them a voice. And they are received like good ideas. I am inspired. And part of me is surprised and delighted that I can inspire as well. (The other part it just delighted and not so surprised). In these moments, it's easy to speak. My sentences don't trail off. My thoughts are drenched in love and goodwill and I'm shameless about sharing them. If only everyone could feel this good, if only for a moment.

I haven't figured out how to hold onto that feeling... that "allowing". But I think it starts with the breathing.

I'm going to practice.

I'd like to unleash that magic everyday.