Magic happens

I believe in magic...
...but I've grown up being told to be realistic.

I believe in magic...
...but I've grown up being told to get my head out of the clouds.

I've been told I'm too much of a dreamer...
but there's something inside me that keeps gnawing at me...calling on me to act...

It's a feeling...a deep, abiding belief that I've got something bigger and greater within me; that I AM bigger and greater than I was told I can be.

I believe that magic happens.
I believe anything is possible.
...and I know that it's unrealistic.
I know I'm a dreamer.
I know that I've got my head in the clouds.

I also have my feet on the ground.

The chatter in my head--fed by all the noise that's out there--tells me this is all childish and silly and that what I've really got to do is grow up, get serious and get a real job.

And yet, in those quiet moments, when the chatter subsides, that feeling surges within me. Inside I know. I know that magic happens and I know that I AM powerful beyond measure.

And in those quiet moments, when I know it is the voice of my soul speaking to me, I know that I can continue to dream...

...and so I choose to dream out loud. At high volume.