Rewitched

by Lucy Jane Wood

MAGIC IN THE mundane can be difficult to find, but it is always waiting patiently somewhere, snuffling quietly, curled up like a sleeping animal and ready to be found by those searching hard enough.

Nobody ever noticed the magic, dusted through all corners of her life like dewdrops caught in cobwebs, because nobody was ever looking for it.

To be special. To like myself and be confident. To be happy.

perfection stops progress,

“Who are you to tell anybody whether their version of magic is worthy?”