You hold it in your hands—a tiny sunburst of gold, soft and stubborn. A dandelion. Some might scoff, call it a weed. Something to uproot. To spray. To tame. But not you.
You close your eyes.
Because you know better.
You know this is a wish in disguise.
A bit of sky magic dressed in wildflower clothes.You take a breath and blow, scattering seeds like secrets into the wind. Some will land in cracks of concrete and still find a way to bloom. That’s the kind of magic the world forgets when it starts filing taxes and ignoring sunsets.
Life is too short to let cynicism choke out wonder.
Look around. Really look. There’s beauty in the chipped paint, in the overgrown sidewalk, in the laughter from the apartment next door. There’s poetry in the rust and rhythm in the rain. The wind talks, if you bother to listen.
Don’t be predictable.
Let your dreams be reckless.
Let your grit be quiet but relentless.Be like the dandelion—audacious enough to grow where no one thinks you should. Wild enough not to apologize for it. Persistent enough to rise again when they try to mow you down.
Remember: it’s all about perspective.
You can see weeds or you can see a thousand wishes.So wish.
Wish like you used to when you were small and starlit and everything was possible.
Then get to work—because wishing is only the beginning.And you?
You were never meant to be small.
Cheers,
The Happy Monday Girl
Today, I was able to give away more than 100 dandelion jars to remind the world to look for the whimsical in life. There is nothing more magical than bottling up a batch of wishes for strangers who need a reason to smile. There are 52 Mondays this year and how you spend them is up to you. Start off the week knowing how powerful you are. Happy Monday- PASS IT ON!
