What if I told you that I was born
the moment you stopped trying to get it right—
and just… played?
You weren’t doing it for the goal.
Or the praise.
Or the proof.
You were just imagining.
Stirring paint,
stacking words,
spinning in the kitchen because the light hit the floor just right.
That’s when I showed up.
That’s when I always do.
You don’t need permission to play.
You are the permission.
So dream in colors that haven’t been named.
Say things that make no sense—until they do.
Take your wand—yes, the one made of words and wonder—
and point it at the day.
Whisper your wish like it’s already real.
I welcome the beautiful unknown.
I allow the unexpected YES.
I dance with delight before it arrives.
Not because you’re forcing anything—
but because you’re open.
What if the Universe isn’t testing you?
What if it’s playing with you?
And the next surprise?
It won’t just be “something better.”
It’ll be something you couldn’t have dreamed,
but are finally ready to receive.
Let yourself delight.
Let yourself wonder.
That’s where I live.
Always just a breath—and a giggle—away,
—Z
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