Magical Princess …

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On this day, in this photo, so many October 31sts ago, I was a Princess in pink. Ready to take over the world with my magic, my inspiration, my untold story. My grandfather at his desk where he sat doing his paperwork for his construction business. His legacy. Where it all began. In his wood chair with arms, and wheels that rolled in the tongue and groove wood floors beneath him. Where the dim light of the street light would shine through the leaded glass window behind him that he had spent so many hours making in his workshop getting just right. That was HIS throne. In this photo so many October’s ago leaning over to me, his “Little Girl”, a man of few words, he MUST have been saying, “Mina Dan, you can take over the world, you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re our little Princess. You know you’re the favorite.” I know I can, is what I must have said. I know I am, is where I’ll always sit in their hearts. And there I was. With all of my magic. The twinkle in my eyes. Of course, I could do anything. Little did I know, now, all of these October’s that have passed, that it is my job now to sit on the throne. To protect. To watch. To use my magic. I have even learned when to be of few words. To continue to be anything I want to be, ready to tell the world, that each one of us is born with our own magic. With our very own untold story. You will be, could be, or are somebody’s favorite. You create the destiny of your own chapters in your life and can decide at any point how to make a difference or a change. In you. In someone else. Just make your pages count. Time matters.

Thriving In Your Environment …

It’s amazing how something so small, without what we would think at first glance because it is different than us, has no resources to survive and is wandering aimlessly not only survives but thrives. The resources ARE there. He is born with instinct, skill, the will to get to where he needs to go, and do what he needs to do, whatever that may be. Today, it may be to get to the other side of “his” sun-soaked area where all the pots of succulents sit and are often times guarded by a furry annoying beast that these very tall silly looking figures call “Winchester”. Screen Shot 2018-10-31 at 7.04.34 PM.png His instinct says it isn’t safe to sunbathe now or look at this I finally have the place to my self. He never doubts that he has the power, the ability, the strength, the pace, in his little determined self to do what he was born to do. And he does not consider himself small. Or inadequate or not enough. He is and was born a badass with the will, the instinct, the ability, to survive. Despite his environment. Which, sometimes can be treacherous (that’s a good word), he believes he can, so he does. There isn’t a bunch of noise to cloud his judgement or drown his voice of instinct. Nobody to tell him his little lizard legs won’t get him there fast enough. He just quietly, and confidently, gets his lizard shit done. He’s a badass. You were born that way. Don’t let your environment drown out the instinct, the hope, the intent, and your will to survive. Your dreams, your passion, your trust, your path. You were born with it. Now go live it. And even in the cold there’s a place somewhere to soak up the sun and revel in whatever it is you set out to accomplish because you were born to be the best version of you. Stay on your path.