Random thought as I was jogging today with my brother while listening to a Spotify playlist called "songs for romanticizing what li[f]e would be if i was a girl in the 1880s"...magic is something you create.

Each individual experience is a sliver of magic, so atomic and weightless that it feels insignificant, unimportant. But each time you decide to build a habit, to persist, to forgive, to do the hard thing, that's where the magic starts - first you get a taste, then a nudge, and one day you'll start to feel it creep across your temples, vibrate across your nerve endings, you'll feel it in your bones; you'll feel it in your soul.

Those small moments, when you feel magic, remember, you created them. Hold onto those moments for as long as you can, and always remember, you can create magic again and again and again. It is never far away if you want to experience it again.
Keep creating and and honour the magic that was always waiting for you in your heart.