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Messy Moments: When The Best Stuff Happens


Sometimes the magic shows up in the middle of the mess.

Something shifted this week. Not in a lightning-strike, sky-opening kind of way—but in the small, quiet spaces. Folding towels. Drinking coffee after gardening at six in the morning. Catching my breath, checking in with my body, and realizing,


This deep peace, this serenity—it had been missing for so long I’d forgotten.


But let me tell you right before that deep peace? I was nervous about putting my new website out there. Really nervous. Heart-thumping, second-guessing-everything, almost-panic-attack kind of nervous. And honestly? I couldn’t figure out what I was so afraid of.


Imposter syndrome.


Two words I dislike almost as much as radical acceptance (and if you know, you know).


I’m not good enough.

She’s already doing it better.

Who do I think I am?


That loop plays in the background way more often than I care to admit. But this week, I did something different—I got quiet. I listened. To my mentor (my real-life Yoda), to close friends, to Spirit… and during a sound bath, to what I thought was Santa.



Yep. Santa.


White hair, white beard, striking eyes—until I realized, in that stillness, it wasn’t Santa at all. It was my Creator—showing up with messages and guidance that cracked through the fear, shattered the illusion I’d been living in, and laid the truth out in front of me like, "Here it is. Now are you ready to move forward?”

(Because next is Baptism by Fire and nobody wants that!)


Instead of fighting the fear, I let myself feel it. I asked where it was coming from. That shift cracked something wide open. Feeling the feels. Questioning the story. Making a new choice. It was freakin’ messy .

But that's where the magic starts.


Why do we let others set our boundaries? Why do we let those garbage narratives in our heads overrule reality? It’s just… damn stinky thinking.


But sitting in that mess—feeling it, hearing it, sorting the truth from the noise?That’s where the real shift happens. And it’s kind of… magical.


And speaking of magic—last night the weather was weird in the best way. That greenish-grey sky, soft rain, sunlight peeking out—but no rainbow. Just this peaceful, moody in-between. Like Mother Nature couldn’t decide what to feel, so she gave us a little bit of everything.

That kind of messy? It’s beautiful.


We spend so much time trying to make life neat, tidy, figured out. But the best moments?They almost always show up in the middle of the mess.


🌿 Your Turn

What’s one messy moment in your life that ended up being unexpectedly magical? Drop it in the comments, or journal it out. Either way—Feel it. Name it. Celebrate it. Because the mess? That’s where the miracles live.

 
 
 

1 Comment


h8winters
6 days ago

It happens each time I do an event to sell my jewelry. Or post photos of it to sell. I think about the others that will be at the event who sell jewelry. Are my pieces priced too high, how can I get across to the buyers why mine are more expensive. I like the way you broke it down. The route of thinking.

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