Give the Magic That You Have

Sometimes you find yourself trying so hard to do some good in the world, or to become successful, that you lose touch with who you really are. You spin your wheels trying to figure out what people want of need and how to meet that need or desire. But when you do that, you and everyone else misses out of the gift of who you really are.

Find your joy.

Follow it.

This is where your power to change the world lies.

Rocking the boat and letting all the pretty water in,
laura

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