I don’t believe in magic

I don’t really believe in magic. Not the kind people wait on, anyway.

I think a lot of us are just waiting. Waiting for things to start. Waiting for it to feel right. Waiting for confidence or clarity or permission. We want success, change, fulfillment, but we want it to arrive without us having to move first.

But the first step is the whole thing. That is what breaks the stillness. It is uncomfortable and small and usually unimpressive. But once you take it, something shifts. The thing you want stops feeling imaginary and starts feeling possible.

Magic is comforting because it asks nothing of us. One day, when this happens. When I finally get my break. When my real life starts. We are surrounded by stories that tell us everything will line up eventually. That we will wake up one day and feel whole and satisfied and done.

That has never been my experience.

The more time I spend waiting for life to begin, the more of it slips by. This shows up everywhere. Music. Money. Health. Relationships. We all want to feel capable and respected and loved for who we are and what we make. But wanting it does not move it any closer.

What does help is doing something. Anything.

Every time I take a step, even a messy one, I am closer than I was yesterday. Not inspired. Not fearless. Just closer. And that is enough to keep going.

So do the thing. Today. Even if it feels dumb. Even if you are not ready. Even if you do not know where it leads. Movement creates momentum. Momentum creates belief. And belief changes how far away things feel.

Funny enough, maybe that is magic.

Magic is turning something that only existed in your head into something real. It is choosing to act even when people doubt you and even when you doubt yourself. It is risking failure and embarrassment just to see if it is possible.

That is not luck, not fantasy, it’s creation.

-Scott