The real magic is when you don't know how it's going to happen. You don't know if you're ever going to make it. You don't know where this road will take you —or if it's even taking you anywhere at all. But still, you step forward and keep showing up, even on your hardest days. Sometimes, your steps are small. Other times, they're a little bigger. But you're not worried about the pace because you trust that what's meant for you won't miss you-that you're exactly where you're meant to be in this moment. The real magic is when your mind tries to convince you that you can't, but you step forward and try anyway because your beating heart tells you that you can. The real magic is you. It's your courage and commitment. Your belief in a universe where all things are possible. Your refusal to listen to the outer voices over that quiet voice within. It's in your breath. It's in your energy. It's who you are at your core. You're the gift. You're the spark. You're the magic.