Burn.

My heart burns for adventure.

Burns to be a princess held captive in a tower.

Burns to be a fierce spitfire robbing the rich to feed the poor.

Burns to rip apart the wretchedness of this world in one fail swoop.

Burns to adorn the most beautiful gown and enchant the most charming prince.

Adventures of grandeur.

Adventures built on spontaneity and spectacle.

Adventures told to those to come by campfire crackles.

Adventures that beseech life and exude passion.

The trick though…

Cultivate this adventure thirsty soul in the midst of the mundane.

The nitty gritty.

The everyday.

The unexceptional.

These are the moments- mission critical.

Impatience my worst foe.

Balance my fluttering soul.

Weight my wafting wings.

Time makes room for adventure.

Until then speak peace.

Peace.

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MageMomma

Mage means magician, what a great way to describe the job of a momma! I’m just one momma making magic, juggling the business of life, trying to embolden other mommas along the way.

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