Category Archives: magic

Category Archives: magic

becoming the magician

Things are gearing up for the Piscean Princess Extravaganza — aka…my birthday. Pretty much my favorite day week month of the year — because I’m sort of in to me.

My tarot card for this year (covers the year from birthday to birthday) is The Magician — which is all about the ability to make. shit. happen. Although there is a ton (a tonne!) of work and growth happening behind the scenes here— I’ve been a little disappointed in the tangible growth for myself and my business in 2014 thus far. But as the 28th approaches — I can literally feel the momentum building. It’s a little scary, in the good way.

So understandably, the dominant emotion at the moment is complete overwhelm. Last week I described my brain as a ninja maniac (that likes to chase Squirrel!). My head is so filled with ideas and projects and things I want to accomplish — that it’s been almost impossible to capture them in any retrievable format and create a plan to follow through consistently. I’ve downloaded planners and workbooks and project management apps — but so far nothing fits. So I continue to live in the land of Post-It Notes. (Buuut, I think I may have found a ridiculously fun + magical solution to tame the overwhelm that will be completely customizable…hoping to be able to share that with you next week.)

Anyways…back to the Piscean Princess Extravaganza, shall we.

The personal work I’m doing for myself right now is requiring me to constantly step out of my comfort zone — basically to blow up the damn thing. Living outside my comfort zone basically means being a little scared and a little uncomfortable all the time — which is nothing like lying on the beach in Cabo drinking Mexican Monkeys. Nothing.

But some pretty amazing stuff happens when you let yourself be uncomfortable — and before you know it…that’s your new comfortable.

My birthday is usually quite fancy — but this year it’s completely outside the comfort zone and involves checking off several bucket list items. (I’m the Magician. I get shit done. My new creed.)

Piscean Princess Extravaganza

 Here’s the PPE Plan so far:

1) Major hair make-over later this week — there will be pink involved

2) Solo road trip to a new city with very little agenda

3) Watching the sunrise on Santa Monica Beach (and then diving straight in to the ocean — no tippy toe-ing)

4) Having a cocktail at SUR lounge (of Real Housewives/ Vanderpump Rules fame — Hi, I’m Lisa and I’m addicted to the Real Housewives of Anywhere.)

(That’s my hipster beach-front pad…complete with silver hipster cruiser bike above. Renting a room in a lovely Aussie chap’s condo — if you know me, you know I’m pretty attached to my space…so this is a complete 180 from my usual travel MO)

Every item on this list scares the shit out of me.

That must mean I’m on the right track.

 

i believe in magic. my life depends on it.

fairyI often daydream that I am a fairy — but I’m 5′ 8 & 3/4″ and have only strap-on fairy wings … soooo just as I will never be an air hostess in the ’60’s, I figured I would never actually be a fairy. Until it recently dawned on me that it is very likely that I am a direct descendant of Tinkerbell — as we have very similar physiology.

As you may remember— when Tinkerbell’s light was fading after being poisoned by the dastardly Captain Hook,  the only thing that could save her was the audience clapping their little hands off and wholeheartedly proclaiming their belief in fairies.

Turns out my chemistry works much the same way. When I forget about the magic, or stop believing,  or get poisoned by the nightly news cool-aid…or the bitchy voice in my head…or stuffed-crust pizza…or day-to-day mundane-ish-ness — my light fades. And the world gets really dark — I can’t see the light and I can’t shine my light. Sometimes it feels like my light will go out — perhaps forever.

At that point, a room full of small humans clapping their sticky little hands would come in handy — but also would mean being in a room full of small children…and, no. Just no. Not my bag, baby.

So, I have to find ways to remind myself to remind myself to believe.

Remembering that we all started out as tiny little mermaids swimming in our mom’s belly, pulling a tarot card that says exactly the right thing, sketching dancing hippos with tutus in coffee shops, putting on stripey socks, sitting under the crazy energy of a full moon, blowing bubbles and being mesmerized by how a bubble actually does bubble, the internet!…

All remind me that magic is everywhere.

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I DO believe in magic — magic-wand magic and everyday magic. Do you?

 

a season of magic (and secrets)

Saturday marks the shortest day of the year — the turning point between when the earth goes from Power-Nap mode to Robert-Downey-Jr-Comeback mode.  

The next few days are about slowing down, taking stock, lighting a candle in the gloomy winter darkness and making a wish for all those things you wish to be born in the new year. (and here you thought it was all about making sure you make the shipping deadline for your gazillionth Amazon.com xmas order)

I’ve got big plans for 2014. Huge. So, although I’m pretty stellar at power napping at any time of the year — I’ve been working around the clock on a wee little project for the website. It’s a secret, though — complete with a secret passageway and code word. So if you want to be in-the-know you’ll have to get thee thyself on the Goody Bag list (just over to the right, there) in order to get access as soon as it’s born.

In the meantime, I’ve been authorized to give you a sneak-peak — but if I tell you any more I will have to kill you…or seriously maim you…or maybe just tickle you until you pee…that seems more humane.

 

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