The Birthday Wish I Made Every Year and What Finally Happened

So when I was a little girl…I had the same wish.

I'd close my eyes. Lean toward the candles on my birthday cake. Say it quietly so nobody could hear it & steal it.

I want to be magic.

Year after year. For countless years.

It started with a TV show.

If you grew up in the 60s and 70s, you might remember her.

Elizabeth Montgomery. She played Samantha Stephens on Bewitched.

A powerful witch living in a suburban home. She could wiggle her nose and make the whole world rearrange itself.

I was obsessed.

The way she moved through the world as she had gifts mere mortals did not. She had access to the invisible and the extraordinary.

I wanted to be her more than anything.

So I wished & I wished.

And then I grew up.

I got Big Pharma. Boardrooms. Performing for people who didn't see me. Competing with others because that was the culture. Wearing a smile that didn't really belong to me.

My wish got buried.

Under years of doing what was expected. Of being who the room needed. (The room, by the way, never once asked how I was doing.)

Of forgetting that I had ever wanted something magical at all.

Maybe you know that feeling.

↳ The dream you had before the world made you practical.

↳ Before someone laughed it off or talked you out of it.

↳ Before life got loud enough to drown it out.

That kind of forgetting doesn't happen all at once.

You don't wake up one day and decide to stop believing in magic. You just get busy. You get practical. You get tired. You stop blowing out the candles and meaning it.

Somewhere underneath all of that. Underneath the titles and the targets and the performance reviews. The little child who wanted to wiggle their nose and make the world shift is still there.

Waiting.

Until something cracks you open and you remember.

For me, the cracking open wasn't a gentle one. Nope…

➜ A breakdown.

➜ A marriage that nearly ended three times.

➜ A retreat in Tuscany where I wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear.

➜ A season of being so far from myself I could barely recognize the woman in the mirror.

But on the other side of all of it?

The wish… it came true. It DID come true.

It was magic, yes. Not in the way I expected though.

(I do actually have a wand in my purse. A little plastic one from Amazon. The best $2 I’ve spent. Fully magical. And yes, I use it.)

It ALL came true because I did the Inner Work to become the version of myself that magic could find.

I loved my vibe.

I raised my vibration.

I shifted my identity.

I became intolerant to everything out of alignment with who I was meant to be.

And then the miracles started…

🪄The international retreats.

🪄The jazz career at 51.

🪄The awards.

🪄The clients whose lives changed because I showed up as exactly who I am.

🪄The dream car.

Today I'm privileged to not work a day in my life, as I help heart-centred humans manifest THEIR dreams.

Cause I've made my own come true.

Today, I'm magic.

That's how manifestation actually works. ✨

It's not about wishing harder. It's an identity game. You do the Inner Work. You become worthy of the thing you wish for. You become so intolerant of the old life that it simply can't fit anymore.

Then… poof…it appears. No nose wiggle required. 👃

I think about little Elvira at that birthday cake sometimes.

Eyes closed. Candles flickering. Wishing the same wish again.

She wasn't naive. Nor was it an impossible wish. The wish just wasn’t ready…

…it was a prophecy for what was to come.

Here's what I know about your inner child, [First Name]:

They knew something too.

Somewhere inside you is a wish that got buried.

Maybe you remember exactly what it was. Maybe it's been so long you're not sure anymore. Maybe it feels too far gone to be worth digging up.

Even if you can't name it yet it's still there.

Even if the world talked you out of it years ago, it didn't disappear.

The work of becoming a Miracle Magnet is really just the work of becoming who you were before the world rudely interrupted you.