Finding the Magic...

This week is about exploring what fuels my passion. I know it is children and learning, but this year has dampened the fire within.

The passion for life is located in the magical place...that place where all things that are important reside.

I am looking within...finding my soul, going to the place where the magic can happen...

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  1. Our own magic is truly the spirit of who we are meant to be! I love that you are seeking to discover yours.

    Press on!

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