Finding your Magic Juice

me: "caitlyn, i want to tell that cute guy in the flannel that i really love his beard! but i'm scared!"
caitlyn: "but you're carrying that juice..."
me: "yeah, so?"
caitlyn: "well, anyone who carrys around a hug jug of lemon, ginger, and i can't even pronounce that last word..."
me: "echinacea (ECK-UH-NAY-SHA)"
caitlyn: "yeah, that... anyone carrying that juice can say whatever they want to strangers."
me: "really?!"
caitlyn: "yeah!"
me: "...you know what, yeah! you're right!."

so with my palms sweaty in nervous anticipation, i walked right up to him, leaned over, and gently said, "i really love your beard." to which he replied through a humble simple smile, "thank you." i smiled back and said, "your welcome" then walked out the library cafe doors, heart thumping with the thrill of following my spontaneity, the bliss of saying "yes" to my inner voice of adventure.

the most coincidental part is there's a promo i have down pact for this juice i'm obsessed with and always carrying around. after someone asks me, what's that huge jug of juice your drinking? i answer something like this:

"why, it's my MAGIC juice. it has all the essential roots that will cure all your bodily ailments and keep your from getting sick. AND, it has the power to make your heart do silly things--like pump to a more true rhythm. want to try a sip?"

little did i know how comforted i would feel, how much power i would grant myself simply because caitlyn reminded me of my own silly claim: this juice is magic, and therefore, i am magical carrying it.

have you ever felt like you have magic powers because of something you carry with you? a pair of awesome rain boots? a bright yellow jacket? that simply fantastic scarf?

i'm convinced that with or without the cape around our necks, we each hold magical powers inside of us--ones that if we dared, would reveal to the world our deepest soulful selves...the selves that unashamedly compliment the cute stranger across the room.

what do you say? what magic is brewing inside of you these days? and what ways do you grant yourself permission to let your magic shine for the whole wide world to see?